Susil Crags

Disaster has struck!
The Crags are a series of rocky formations with small caves and crevices throughout. Many of the lower-lying areas of the Crags have been flooded, however, with water pouring in from the Northern stretches of Moladion. Some paths have been completely submerged, and some are nothing more than a few rocky peaks sticking out of the water. The water is fairly slow moving but begins to pick speed up towards the Grotto, becoming a series of intense rapids and waterfalls as it nears the Grotto's entrance.

The area itself is still traversible. However, it can be risky. Large amounts of debris can enter the waterway, creating bridges at times but also creating dams that break and cause ocassional flash-flooding. Be careful, travelers! One wrong step and you could end up finding out where the water goes.

Note: Susil Crags will return to normal once 25 posts have been completed (or at Staff discretion). During this time, new threads will receive a 'Surprise','Disaster', and prizes.

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:: Sins of The Father ::

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He dances between game and fight, two halves, two minds, warring within that darkened skull. Elijah desires games, to play, to test his female companion and pit her strength against his own in a more sociable manner- though indeed his ability to perceive ‘game’ is perhaps not wholly stable. He never did play as a child, was robbed of this opportunity, forced away from the other children for fear of what he may become and it is this indecision, perhaps, that allows another side of the male to bleed through like a potent poison. Ego does not play games, does not waste time with senseless frivolity. He seeks to dominate this female, to truly test her muscle and power, his own savagery perhaps brought out by the scent of winter within the air and the rush of hormones that infect the blood of his system and drive within him a more primal desire that results in this shifting of minds. Angel and Demon war, as they have always done behind those emerald eyes- Stella the target of both this particular evening as her snarl hisses within the air and the giant male remains only more determined. She hauls back upon the bloodied carcass they war over, his own form near dragged alone with her in this sudden display of muscular defiance against him and yet….he is younger, stronger….male and he is determined she will not hold a victory of him in this. He is an instinctive creature, primal, of old blood and this tangle of game and war results only in his determination to have the meal he has sought from her.

His entire front end lifts readily from the earth, white limbs risen up as his head is thrown violently from side to side once more, his chest and limbs thrown too into this sudden shake, forcing a shockingly powerful amount of force behind his effort now as much of his body is thrown into such an effort and yet….it would seem it is neither wolf that gives up this game, but the carcass instead, the sheep very near torn in two as Elijah pulls suddenly away with teeth sunk deeply into his half of the meal, the male left with much of the rear end and fractured spine of the animal as it hangs from his jaws. Lips part to release his newest prize in this moment, a final shake offered to the bloodied meat before jaws tear willingly into it, sampling his meal for some moments yet with bloodied heckles still raised least Stella attempt to recover her portion from him- one emerald eye rolled to fall upon the dark female now as that same rough, heavy voice finds its way from within his throat once more.

My half is bigger, I still win, I know another game we could play.

He swallows the flesh within his jaws, hunger momentarily sated, the meat to be enjoyed later now as adrenaline courses still through his veins and forces Elijah further and further back into the confines of the mind they share. White paws move once more, pressing heavily upon that stony earth to carry him back towards Stella now, black ears pricked forward as he approaches once more. He is careful still, wary, yet Ego is not so wary as his counterpart- not so…polite in his manner as muzzle reaches to press into her shoulder, testing her reactions further before allowing the weight and bulk of his form to press up against her, to brush muscle on muscle as the scent that rises from her only further drives his desire. He pulls away once more, circling behind, tail lifted high and neck arched somewhat as any male that postures before a female in seasons- allowing her to see each powerful muscle and thickened limb as he presses closer again. How close she will let him cannot be said and yet he remains content to test her now. She is…stronger then the others, a sizeable female the likes of which he has not seen before- he is driven towards her by nature alone as he moves to test that final boundary, one foreleg lifted, slung across her back, form shifted to align himself as he needs to be for such things- curious as to how far she will allow him to go.

We could stay, you and us, together, yes- you could be our……mate.

Us. Whether or not she will perceive this meaning, understand that he alludes to more then one cannot be said as he speaks, desiring to make such a union…more official, more permanent and yet ever watchful of her teeth should she be inclined to reject his offered proposal.

i can feel your heart beat
7 years || Tobias x Aaliyah || Brother to Reaver, Riven and Sier || No Mate || Never to Imprint || Diveen
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