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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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S E G I N
confessions of what i've done


Blood stains his ebony and ghostly-hued visage as his growing paws march along the path written for him by the shadows. He had drank the elixir of sweet life and consumed the flesh required to satiate his desires to feast. He received the nourishment required to continue on, to grow strong and build more muscle each and every day. His genetics would provide him with body of a monstrous beast one day, and such a future can already be told by the size of his large meaty paws.

His alabaster fur mixed with stunning golden threads may not allow him to heat as easily as others, but he still felt the desire burning inside him to drink the clear liquids that grace this land all about. As he heads to the crags with fixated, almost dead blue and black eyes, his ears swivel and adjust to take in sounds beyond the buzzing of insects and call of birds. Instead, he listens beyond to the sound of a howl. He found such a thing...odd. He does not understand why someone would do such an odd calling, and his mind struggles with the concept. He was not one beyond curiosity though, but his intend might not mirror the one who cries out among the clouds.

He only requires minimal adjustments to his trajectory. His hearing was impeccable and he was already heading to the pools. His tongue bats against his muzzle to wipe away parts of his kill that still dangled from his lips. Before him the scents and images of many wolves carrying the scents of many places floods his senses. He finds his muscles tensing up as he slows to a halt among some thick bushes close by. Sure, he was not completely hidden away, but to someone not paying attention in a big group, he might be easily overlooked in the distance. His eyes of blue and black orbs assess the situation, his mind confused as he watches the many others who are not of pack mingle, feeling the tensions among them. He watches as events unfold, his own thirst commanding him to go forth and drink. He breaks from the bushes, avoiding the bulk of the group as he slips down to drink once he arrives, ears listening as hears the conversations- mindless and pointless for the most part, and even now he has yet to understand why this call and gathering had occurred as he drinks his fill.

two, his captor, his slave, of lucian & stella
html by dante!



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