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: 220.127.116.11 Posted on May 30, 2015 at 01:56:48 PM by c o v e t
Covet felt mixed on the subject of Ava of late, but that was possibly because her opinions might have shifted in regards to him and he could feel some shadow of that. Up to then it had been a perfect arrangement, unbothered by each other and given the distance Covet figured they both needed from the ideas of imprinting. She was able to take care of herself so there was never need for concern on that matter, and Covet could live out his life as he wished to do so. Though if he could feel just the slightest of things from her, then perhaps she had been able to sense a shift in him as well. He was not interested in admitting this to her or anyone else, however. That his heart had become a traitor to him and he felt restless and agitated over it. He felt the press of trying to be able to do well enough to get closer to Malina and also the want to hate her when he could not find the way.
Training to better hone his skills was a good way to vent the frustrations and work on his muscles, his speed and endurance. Covet needed it for the risks he was taking, for that ever building feeling to do something bigger. It is not the parting of lives from the little creatures that made much difference while he did this, but the fact that they presented moving targets for him to stop as quickly as he could in such rough terrain. These little workouts could prove a benefit later, and he was persistant with bettering himself from what he was now. And why not? What else did he have to do with himself? Nothing. There were no ties to really bind him, and there were no trails currently to pick up. It was almost too quiet for him of late. This did not help his mood, did not sway his mind from the goals he had finally decided upon. He would rush into it if he couldn't find something to keep him grounded.
Which was probably usual enough when it came to Covet. Though he does find himself getting distracted as he hunts swiftly over the rocks, and he pauses after crushing another critter between his teeth, letting the creature fall from his jaws before he turns his head to look at Ava. He watches as she, too, takes the life of a smaller thing. Ears twitch at the sound of her voice, and he licks the blood from his maw. "Ava." He responds, and if a snake could purr, the sound might have been close to that. She doesn't ask and he doesn't tell; but the scattered tiny bodies littered over the rocks told their own story. Soon the scavangers would come to take those bodies away and consume them, but Covet is unbothered by any of this. Their use to him had reached it's limits, and he found himself far too distracted by Ava's presence to keep going.
He wonders what she might want, and also if it mattered to him what it was. There were moments when he is curious as to why she had left Diveen, but it was by her very lack of presence there that opened up more possiblities. The rude little heir had pressed him to keep the creature from taking over, and even Malina no longer smelled of Diveen. These things left it a target, though Covet had never been one to settle enough for a pack before. Much was changing within his mind, with the onslaught of his new control and desires. He still wanted to see a fair amount of friction in Moladion, and he knew ways to get it started. Patience was the difficult task at hand, but Covet was training himself, honing his skills for what he was doing and aimed to do. Idly he wonders what Ava wilkl think, but he will find out all that soon enough, when the time came. To ask could sully his intentions, after all.