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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thirteen | of kiska x abraxus | incapable of soulbond | tethered to none | goddess of izarra, bellatrix, asterion, segin, and arcturus


They are relentless like two gods warring over a choice of land. Each of their strengths pitted against one another until they are nearly evenly matched. Her final jerking motion drags him a short distance before her burst of strength is over and it is then that he retaliates against her. He rises like a gargantuan beast from the depths of hell and slings himself to and fro to wrench the creature from her grasp, but even as she is being tugged about she does not let go, even as her jaws begin to ache. Stella will not release for she is as stubborn as a mountain is sturdy.

The unmistakable sound of ripping flesh and organs that would cause a much more fragile-hearted creature’s gut to wrench is spurted into the midst of their defiant growls. Blood and shredded innards fall upon the rocks with an audible “ploosh” as it slips and leaks all over the uneven surface. Rebelliously she lifts her part higher and turns to retreat to a place… that is not so close to he and his greediness. She reclines upon the blood drenched crags with the anterior of the sheep now lain across her forelegs in a muddled mess. She licks at the red-tinged pelt of the animal as attentive eyes watch Elijah and his movements.

He is delighting in his half of her sheep and yet she is content to bury her muzzle through the gaping hole and tear out the heart, the organ gushing within her jaws as she voraciously gnaws upon it before swallowing it down. ”Bigger.. not better.” She replies with a devious flicker upon her lips, her hunger now temporarily sated from her feast upon the vessel.

Darkened jaws open to lick again at the savory flesh of the mangled creature yet his approach has her eyes drawing upward once more to watch where it is he goes. Snow white paws are now stained with red as she eyes him and he is coming ever so closer. His ears are directed forward in interest and his posture displays no signs of aggression or any possible attempt at taking away her meal. Yet her lip begins to wrinkle only slightly as he presses his muzzle into her shoulder, the habitual reaction soon waning as she feeds off of his energy. As she continues to lay upon the rocks she turns her head only slightly so that she may view him better, to ensure that he will do nothing that she does not permit.

He is intelligent to move cautiously, slowly, around a female in estrus – particularly a female such as Stella. Already she is touchy enough with her personal space but when she is affected so heavily by winter it only causes her to be much more defensive. She rises to her paws as he begins to encircle her with his head and tail arched in a flashy manner, an attempt at something akin to a mating ritual if she were to presume. It was something that she had never experienced and it was… quite enjoyable.

A white paw is lifted and boldly reached to lay upon her spine; a move of which she is content to allow. He has proved himself a worthy enough creator for her next generation and she could find some pleasure in knowing this as he speaks again. And again it is in that voice that sounds a bit darker, more graveled, yet she does not question it. Not all things must be understood completely and she will deal with this small quirk if it means providing her final legacy. ”Yes… I could.” She agrees in a more sinful manner, his erotic behavior bringing about an unseen and perhaps untouched side of her.
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