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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It had always been Aaliyah, for as long as the male could truly remember within those fractured confines of his mind. Always her. She had existed within his earliest days, his formative years in whatever sense they had existed and perhaps it is this beginning, this knowledge of her from his childhood that had so firmly ingrained his memory of her now. He knows her scent, her colour, her name- one of the few creatures whom he calls by such a thing for she had taught him that when they had been mere children and his darkened mind had encircled itself around her with obsessive need. Yet- unlike so many others she did not flee from him, she welcomed the darkened obsidian embrace of that Angel of death in all his crooked perfection and accepted each touch with glee. She, perhaps, was the reason he accepted and allowed touch, she had forced his mind to understand what others believed him incapable of and slowly, ever so slowly he had begun to learn that which she had to teach. He remembers still, even now, that day so many years ago when the fangs of the Angel King had fastened about his throat in determination to assure his destruction. He remembers that pain, the reason his voice is so very rough now, hoarse from damage and disuse. He remembers her, has searched for her ever since for his mind had refused to accept her absence.

It is merely fortunate, perhaps, that he does not receive the true length of it, his mind seeing Aaliyah as always she had been, oblivious to the touch of age or time upon her. She is returned to him and all at once the past is forgotten, he cannot perceive it regardless, he lives only in the moment, only in the present and the now, unable to understand past or consider future and as such there is no part within him that holds a grudge against her, that wonders at where she has been or whom she has been with. He is….simple perhaps, in this regard, he does not ask or question- for he does not care and it does not matter. He embraces her, holds her, marking her pelt with his own once more until she is drenched in his own personal scent and his possessive nature is soothed. She is his belonging and no others. Always. For she alone he had…..tried, for she alone he had struggled to learn, such things cast aside in her absence as the creature had become only more feral and violent and volatile in her time away, unable to understand the pain of her loss for such emotions cannot reach him, he cannot understand them or what he feels and all such things had simply become hateful rage against the world until the creature had shut down entirely, turned from all around him- for none had been as she, none had held the patience to care as she once had. For they saw only what she refused to see- a creature incapable of intelligent thought or feeling.

He had grown close to Flare, his chosen mate, for she too, was as he- her strength drew him and her obedience assured a mutual understanding. For she was as he. Like him. She had become his shadow, hunting and sleeping beside him, the red and white of her pelt drawing him in for red and white has forever engaged his hunger and obsession all at once. She had borne him four children though of children he pays little heed, instinct driving his actions within the winter and that is all. Tick Tock perhaps- had begun to try as Aaliyah once had, seeking to teach him once more, seeking to draw response from his form and indeed that binding of souls is a potent thing, whatever faint scrap of soul existed within himself clung to so powerfully by She of Scars, the imprint he had come to stand beside upon Asteraias throne. He is drawn to her, obsessed with her for his soul knows no other and for her too, he had begun to…..try though it was rare indeed he offered words all the same. His speech had slipped and flattered- and badly so in the absence of Aaliyah though Tick Tock indeed had begun to draw it from him ever so slowly.

She speaks and his ears prick forward in response to the sound, though whether he understands or not can hardly be said as those eyes of reptilian green fixate upon her, unblinking, unmoving as he remains silent, staring for some moments as his mind struggles to select the words he understands and turn them over within his broken thoughts.

“Not….leave again.”

It is not a question, the stuttered words are more a statement as those eyes continue to rest upon her, very near daring her to argue with the authority to which he has always held as his form shifts, turns, moving to step back in the direction he has come and towards his pack.

“Aaliyah will….come to…pack, yes.”



16 Years // Father of 8 // Mate of Flare // Imprint of Tick Tock // King of Asteraia




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