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

I was of course pleased that my imprint did not spend his time staring at clouds or licking the ass of some pompous leader. He was always perfectly capable on his own, and of course that would be the case with my imprint. He is of myself, and he needs no other. Not to say there there might be some sort of...enhanced sense around each other, something that I don't particularly like to admit, but that can be an...advantage to some. I hear that imprints can feel and sense the other, that the males feel it so strongly at times. I wonder what Covet felt, if he knew my strong will and undying resolve, and thus never felt the need to seek me out. I am not bothered by this, It simply just is if it is.

I had seen his skills in such tight situations with the vermin of the world, the small worthless creatures that are but mouthfuls to ones as ourselves. I had taken life just as he had taken life, his my jaw and teeth and my own taken by force of my paw. It is something of a beauty really, but I always did enjoy sucking the life out of the damned even if they were small and insignificant.

He repeats my name in response, and I listen to the way he says my name. He always says my name in an..odd way, but pleasing way regardless. My copper eyes flecked with sky look upon the bodies littered upon the ground. I look from one to the other, observing his work. I do wonder how long it took him, it better have been quick...or slow, depending on if he enjoys the thrill of a terrorized death.

I look back to him as he no longer hunts, and I tilt my jaw only slightly. It extenuates my naturally beautiful features, although I must admit I am not all just something perfect to look at- I hold the thick muscle of a warrior goddess, and am a beast to be reckoned with in my own right.

"You are fond of clearing the rocks of the vermin, is this a common practice?"

I ask, my eyes flicking to him to observe him. His scent still does not have any particular land tied to it. I know now that Glorall washes over my pelt. I much prefer the rule of my son over the rule of Isola. I must also teach my grandchildren and put them along the right path. Eden will surely assist, but I cannot say what the mother of my grandchildren will do. I do not intend to stay long, but I do intent to pry into my imprint- just a little bit.


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