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.
at night i feel like a vampire IP: 22.214.171.124 Posted on May 26, 2015 at 09:40:23 PM by c o v e t
The craigs had been his home here for so very long, though it was true he often wandered off for years before returning to them. There was something about the rocky terrain that he approved of. The dull areas and mostly the sharp. Where better to hone skills of silence and speed? There was probably a dozen sharp edges that held his blood here, but this was a way of training. If he could be at home here, then what ground could deter him? That was how he edured here, keeping his skills to only build upon more. If he was to leave some of his victims alive, then he needed to be in the best shape that he could be in. Covet had been working on it, and would continue to do so.
His mind had been working over other things of late, going one way or another on his lifestyle and the changes he had begun to think of making. He was planning to shake it up for himself when the time was right, though he supposed he did need to find a more social grounding. It was why he stared from his setting of rocks at the female moving in the meadowed area, noting her intent on the marsh deer and the fact that her hesitation said all that it needed to him. She was waiting in hopes of help or a better vanatage point, a way to overwhelm the creature. The second area, which would need luck, did not appear to be how it would go. Covet could do with a meal of the normal sort, for now.
He uncurls his serpentine body from his rocky perch and moves quietly, carefully around to make his way to her. He was aware of the wind and how to move to avoid giving his scent to the deer, but it would in turn hide it from the female he was closing in on as well. He was sneaky-smooth as he came up beside her from a distance, peeking in the female's direction and waiting for her to spot him. Because once she did, he would indicate his availablity to help her pursue and take down the deer. Obviously, he would want a share of it, but that should be common knowledge for two rogue creatures banding for a hunt. If she was a rogue, because right now it did smell unclear to him. No matter. He waits.