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.
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it's not right; i just can't give it up IP: 126.96.36.199 Posted on May 26, 2015 at 10:09:30 PM by c o v e t
Covet had watched first the female and then the marsh deer, because if he were to be offering help on hunting it, he needed to guess on what weaknesses it might have, what possible dangers it could pose to him. He is not so concerned over the female wolf, for if she were to be terribly wounded, the Covet would have at her rather than the deer. It was the simple matters in life and survival, but if they did this right, then they wouldn't be hurt enough for such a thought to hold within his mind. Deer meat was just as well to him, as it was never the flesh that labeled him as a cannibal; consuming the blood of his own was enough to do that. Of course he had decided years prior not to waste the meat, either. If it was dead, it was free game.
But he was trying to do things in a different way of late, and as difficult as it was to hold to that idea, he was. It was often not a pretty thing, though options were not vast in getting what he wanted while still allowing breath to those he bled. At least it was only needed every two weeks or so before the frenzied feeling started to set in. Time gave him a reprieve, and he was glad to have it. His control was much better than it had been in his youth, and that was the only reason he could return here, to allow his mind to tumble in the directions that it had been of late. There was much to do before the cold returned, however. Keeping up his strength was one of those things. So a hunting he would go.
When she spots him, a slow smile creeps onto his maw, and his gaze wnet back to the deer to assess from this angle. Then he was looking at her with that inky gaze, watching her movements and realizing what she aimed to do. He readied himself for springing action, since that looked to be the plan of this hunt. He's calm, breathing and keeping his target in sight, waiting for his turn to move. The female sends the deer towards him, and Covet is ready to spring, his jaws agape and his head angling, for he hopes to lurch up and grab the creature's throat so it cannot swing it's antlers down on him. It's still a risk if he misses, but once it's time, he springs from a low position and up, using the force of his hind legs to propel up, jaws snapping for the throat area below the head, claws aiming to grapple ontot he deer to help him keep balance and get closer. He wants his teeth embedded in it's throat.. he wants to taste blood.