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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The smoke in the shadows
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My Eden has done much in this world, and it is my Eden who will bring about more of what I have always intended. My children are of myself, and his children are of me. He has indeed seeded more of ourselves in this world, and I am somewhat pleased...and yet, there is no female quite good enough for him. I suppose he can do the best he can. Anselm and Ayal still have potential for spreading our greatness across Moladion, but I know Anselm does linger with Melek, who shares the blood of Malina as her sister...although I have always be suspicious of such. I am always suspicious of everything related to Malina though. I know now that the woman I marked to kill in the war, that Malina protected in a time of life and death, is connected to her. Ayal has not even considered suitors, and that I do believe is best, as she is female and must strive for only the best of blood.

I do let my paws take me away from the sandy world of Glorall, and into what many call the crags. I am one who constantly seeks knowledge and seeks to stalk the meaningless lives of others. I am the silent watcher, the keeper of the universe exploring the world in a wolf form but a small fraction of time. The world is a rather...boring place at times. Boring, and so when I feel the earth seem to vibrate I give pause. My copper eyes narrow as I focus ahead. I know this feeling. It is an...odd thing. I have not exactly known what to think about it again until I had some time back to myself in Glorall, but I have determine that Covet is another extension of myself. An extension of myself much different than my children. He is of me, this I know, perhaps one a bit more...unhindered. For this, I am pleased. Yes, I have decided to be pleased with this for now.

I let my darkened form of shadow and smoke glide across the crags. I see his form, moving in a way odd and yet satisfying. I almost feel a grin upon my maw as I edge closer, skillfully placing my paws around the rock of the world like mini mountains that I could easily destroy. I go to him, watching his movements as he hunts and destroys the lowly lives of little things. My head is lifted, enjoying the fact he exterminates the worthless, but they are so worthless that perhaps they are not even worth the energy. It is a...delicate balance.

I stood still once I was rather close, and only my lapis touched eyes adjusting to view the world. My stillness is frightening, and even the wind dare not touch my shadowed fur. I only slightly tilt my jaw. I see the movement of something small near me, and I hold my stillness and even my breath for just a moment, before my paw shoots out like lightning, crushing the creature under my paw in a relentless squash. Even killing the small has its satisfactions...however, it is unfortunately only a small amount. I then simply move on, without watching the thing twitch and seize until it fades. I look upon Covet, seeing him as a part of myself separated now, and I am wonder what it is he is doing on this day, if there is purpose to his actions.

"Covet..." I say simply, my voice naturally alluring and I feel no need to say anything more. I look to the sharp rocks, to the vermin that scurry for their lives. They are born into the tiny, the small, because their souls have yet to prove their strength. Unfortunate that they will turn into dirt once more at Covet's jaws, unable to become such as him or myself.



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