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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“Shhh….”

He coos to the squealing creature beneath his massive paw. Blood seeps through his talons, staining the earth below. His head lowers, nose pressing against the suffering creature delicately as if stroking his own child. “it will all be over soon..” his low murmurs are hot against the dying creature’s face and fear and defeat peels into its beady little eyes. The ghoul grows impatient with this slow death, his stomach mimicking his own growl. Jaws part, teeth driving into flesh as he suffocates the little thing until finally, he turns his head sharp, snapping the neck and causing an instant death.

A satisfied hum breaks through the now silent area.

Steam rises from the warm blood that leak from small wounds. The blood king pulls back now, peering down as his minor meal in content. His scarred face now tainted with the blood of the other. His tongue slides out, gliding along his chops before he sits, preparing to enjoy his meal.

Except another lingers nearby. The intoxicating aroma of another femme, different than the gypsy he has grown...not fond of but more...possessive over. Curiosity strikes as he inhales deeply, allowing her fresh scent to draw into his nostrils and store it into memory. “come out child, i don’t bite.”

The lies he tells.

blood king
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