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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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-- i'm just a good girl who likes bad things φ

His howls sends shivers through her petite feminine body. The obsidian and russet masked wolf has known Tobias was in Moladion, his lingering smell throughout the lands told her that much, but hearing him and knowing that he was coming to her was an entirely different matter and feeling. Her chest seems to fill up with an excitement she hasn't felt for years. A feeling she hasn't felt since her last time with him. Her prince is near.

He is different than the others, this she knows, she has always known. The male had been her favorite thing to study. She knew him she had watched him struggle and try to fight his demonic nature for her. She wonders how he will take her reappearance, will he be mad, did he miss her? Insecurities tug at her heart for a spilt second before she remembers just who she was. She was Aaliyah! The third marked daughter of Heyel and Zeviah, she was an angel born amongst peasants, she was invincible and any of the wolves HER Tobias had laid up with since her departure were second rate replacements at best.

Teal and black splotched eyes devour the sight of her once mate. Her prince, or king now she thinks she should call him. They've both aged wonderfully, she thinks. The former princess had grown into a beautiful adult, her mothers grace finally coming naturally in a way the young Aaliyah used to have to fight to achieve, her features now more refined and still every bit as breathtaking. Yet it is her breath that gets taken. As soon as her eyes land on him that is it she is gone. Just like every time before she is mesmerized by him. The sheer power that the beast radiates that managed to draw her like a moth to a flame has intensified with his age and he is even more gorgeous than she remembered.

Perfect snowy lips pull back in a small smile, she still isn't sure what he will do or if he even wants her anymore. Perhaps he wishes to throw her away, not that she'd allow it, but still he may want to. He exudes dominance as he walks and she doesn't try to fight it she remembers him well she missed him. She stands her ground, not challenging him or submitting completely to him, they are equals he must remember this. She can remember everything so clearly, the day she met him, the times she fought for him defended him from those who wouldn't even try to understand him. She can remember how they stood in Judila and he uttered the most petrifying thing she had ever heard, 'do you love me?' Lifetimes had passed since then and she wondered if his answer would still be the same, if shed ever dare to ask and see.

Finally they touch, their body's meet, and she feels complete. A feeling she has only with him, only when their bodies join together like this, black melding into white, unable to determine where one starts and one ends. She nuzzles him in return breathing in his scent as deeply as she can while rubbing herself against him, avoiding the scabbed up injuries as best she can.

Her muzzle tips upward and she pushes it gently behind his ear, nipping at the fur there as she had a million times before. His single word sends another electrifying shiver down her spine. "Always," the words drips like honey from her whimsical voice. "I have been the missing you." She speaks, burying her face into his obsidian form again, willing time to rewind.

female // 15 // homeless // loveless // mother of Reaver and Elijah // proud grandmother of Widow Gehenna Shaddix Balor Raum Ilias Castiel Kairos Zagan Dirge <3


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