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.
at night i feel like a vampire IP: 22.214.171.124 Posted on June 4, 2015 at 10:01:38 PM by c o v e t
Covet has always pretended that there was nothing different to him when it came to Ava. That he did not feel anything when it came to the imprint, but mostly he keeps it all to himself. He feels no worry for her, because she was capable of keeping herself safe. She did not need him, and he had always liked that about her. That if he had to have an imprint at all, it would be one that did not need him around. Ava was such a wolf, and that was good. Only the strong could do well as his imprint anyway, because there was no knowing when he might no longer be strong enough to survive. The world found ways to destroy the weak, and Covet was often enough one of those ways. But someday he would be older, and he would never be able to go out peacefully.
Strong spikes of emotion from Ava could be felt, but she was mostly monotone in the back of his mind. This was not a bad thing, and he embraced that it was like this for them. But he was still drawn to her in a way, though he wasn't interested in admitting that to anyone, let alone her. Covet had enough issues with feeling things that he should not, and he wasn't going to add fuel to the fire. Covet was mindful of her presence, but he controls his responses in vocals and body when she is near. He says nothing aside from her name, watching her look at all the creatures broken on the rocks around them. They were meaningless to him aside from the added skill that they give him, a target for practice and nothing more.
An ear pivots at her question and his smile is wry. "I am honing speed and muscle, hardening my paw pads to pain and puncture of the rocks. The weak are expendable." His shoulders ripple in a smooth shrug, and he has to wonder what she thinks of such a thing. Yes, he was training to be better, to endure more. For his plans and to keep himself stong and alive with the risks he was taking. He knew what plant salves to put on bleeding paws, but they had stopped bleeding a week or so ago. He was conditioning himself, and would continue to do so. Covet does not comment on her change of pack, because it might lead to other conversations and he wasn't interested just yet in that. No, that would wait until it was said and done. She could judge it then and not before.