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 Black Prince ::


Perhaps she was not the only one whom others sought the death off though perhaps they seek the destruction of either creature for wholly different reasons. She, it would seem, was born to be hated- judged by pelt or marking on a vileness of blood those in her homeland could not tolerate and yet he was born of perfection, a pedigree most perfect, designed in the image of gods and heroes to be everything the greatest among them have ever been and yet- such is the price that is paid for the greed of others. They all seek perfection, seek atonement, desire to be as no other before them while nature itself drives the female to seek the most perfect male and yet…..he is the result of perfection gone to far, a build and features so faultlessly designed and yet tainted with a mind that is nothing but ruin. His blood is…to rich it would seem, to potent, his desire to dominant no mere driving force to press further his desires to lead and rise above as any Alpha- that which exists within Tobias a dangerous obsession of all-encompassing need to ravage and consume anything that will not bow to him and leave nothing but senseless ruin in the wake of his dark fire. It is for this reason they hunt him- for they loath the thing they have created, an unstoppable creature with an imperfect mind and a ravenous hunger that never ceases in its relentless desire for consumption. They fear what they cannot control.

It is tight within the space of that cave, dark and yet heated and the male is seemingly comfortable with this, oblivious to her inward turmoil at his lack of fear or aggression as he lays upon the earth, going near so far as to roll upon his back in a manner near vulnerable and yet he holds little fear for the female before him, believes her beneath him, or at best…an equal of some description. She is not for eating, this he knows and for now that is enough to at least earn her the rarity of conversation. He is not incapable, though so many believe it off him. They believe his mind holds nothing but hate and rage and a need to feed and perhaps to a certain extent it does- perhaps there is little to be salvaged from the wreck that is his mind and yet somewhere within he is capable… he was with Aaliyah. They have forgotten, all of them, forgotten who he had been with Aaliyah, his capabilities and none had tried in some many years to gleam from him anything other then his rage. It is she perhaps, She of Dark and Scars whom may yet be the only the second female to truly seek anything other then hunger from him and he is….wary. He has lived a life long set in one way and as any male perhaps he is…unwilling to be parted from it.

That the female before him is somehow tainted by emotion remains to be seen, his mind incapable of the perception of just what those few fractured and harshly spoken words had melted within the scar-faced female nor how meaningful they had been in that moment. He holds no emotion, is free of it’s sway and yet by this notion cannot express it in response to others or be made to understand what they feel. He rises, for no other reason than it is time to rise and instinct commands this of him, a low rumble within his chest explaining his desire for her to move, pressing past her all the same as he begins to wander from the makeshift den, darkened limbs carrying that ebony form out and into the air once more, emerald eyes fixate upon the path ahead- ignoring the ‘don’t’ that escapes her lips. It is no more then sound, irritating sound that grates against him as he wanders despite the pull that scrapes at his very soul and demands her turn around, desperately seeking to cling to she of Dark and Scars though such a desire is squashed beneath his growing hunger once more- until she speaks a final time.

One ear curves back towards her, emerald eyes narrowed momentarily at this perceived….command. He understands the words, understands ‘don’t’ and yet seems unsettled by it, agitated at this use of a directive as his tail lashes though the fractured attempts at words that follow seem to hold no emotion- as if she is forgiven for this indiscretion. Though whether she understands his words cannot be said.

“Not….live here…..not stay……come…away.”


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