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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Winter could be...charming… in its own way. If it had not been for the fact the urges overpowered him as well, it would have been next to incredible. Aranck, luckily, was almost sane enough to be able to overpower his own ‘needs’ and turn them purely into desires. He desired to spread. To find someone who would be able to give him something more than the runts, whelps, and degenerates his mates within his lands had given him. Malleah, he had to admit, he did take pleasure in dancing with. Lust without love and more than an unhealthy dose of hate had them ripping at each other’s pelts. Once cooled, they would occasionally warm themselves with each other, the lingering heat to fight off the winter cold. Maybe there was a reason he kept her around. She would never know.


Searching for something new, a different flavor, or a different opportunity, the slate male prowled the crags. There was almost always something interesting to find within the sheltering rocks. It was not as dark and dangerous as the grotto, a little more inviting to the more fun creatures. He wanted to find someone who would take another’s presence instride, at least to a point.


In the chilled thin air he caught the scent he was looking for. A female well into her prime and pheromones seeping from her in powerful waves. His mouth started to water and pace quickened. His sick excitement burned through him, electrifying and making even his fur stand on end. He stopped for just a second. Last time he made the choice to take advantage of the season he had been accused of rape. The thought did not stop him long. Using his long legs he loped up to the new and strange female, inhaling deep the intoxicating scent.


Well hello. As he inhaled he could smell her anger as fragrant as her lust. His desire grew. His voice turned purring and his dashing smile flashed dangerously, daringly. Tell me, what are you doing in the crags, and how can I convince you to come to Iromar? His face spoke of both promises and betrayals, a baited trap that could easily become a pedestal.
ARANCK
....far far from the sky.


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