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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Is but a dream within a dream

The gentle press of his side to mine helps soothe me from my horrid thoughts. I try to hide myself from him so much, the terrible memories of what I've done, and I know I should feel guilt but I wonder if it makes me evil that I do not. There are a few things I did feel a prick of shame on and I would handle those, in time, but ultimately most of what I did was to survive. Sometimes one must claw and scrape to survive. Death was not becoming on me. I'm not sure how I managed so long without some fateful luck on my side because otherwise I should've been dead thrice over. Exodus was like a shield erected and I was the Queen of the castle. I did not want for anything nor did I turn away anything he gave me. Knowledge, food, affection. He never complained and I wonder at how I had missed him for so long without even knowing.

He is playful with me to break this somber mood and I grin blithely back at him, trembling with contained mirth. "Stop it," I jest, because my voice is far from exceptional especially singing. It was average at least and yet I was no dove. "I wouldn't want to sing with any other save you," I add with a playful wink, pressing my nose into his cheek because I feel an overwhelming need to simply be consumed by him.

As he washes me with kisses I tilt my head up so he can lavish his attention upon me without straining. It was a wonderful feeling. Why should I ever want to turn this down? Yet it stings because I think once I tell him things, bit by bit, he might stop feeling the same. His devotion was without strings but strings could fray and be cut. By words or misdeeds alike. So I firm my stance and I ask him because I need to know. It has been gnawing on me and I wouldn't start the life of our child in limbo. I would know his answer before the night was through and I fully prepared for the worst - it seemed I attracted such things anyways.

My head tilts when he begins to talk and my eyes are wide in surprise. There is a fervency in his eyes, a devotion in his voice that is thrilling. I felt powerful in a way my seductions of the past had never allowed. His words are a weakness, a submissiveness, and yet they are strong because of it. It is as if I am shaking my chains away finally and truly understanding my fortune in this moment. "I will change it. It won't be like before. I promise." My words are dark and vivacious, more for myself than him but truthful.

He spills his love with everything he has and I find myself gasping and becoming dizzy with the weight of it. But also afloat as I stare at him and smile, softly. "I do not deserve you but I am glad to have you. More than you might ever know, my love. Things have never been easy but I think with you it won't ever be hard again." I am not prone to such open emotion, to giving away pieces of myself with words and love, so for me this declaration is akin to a world shaking event. I lean forward and lick his face before tucking my head beneath his chin. "For you I would fight because I don't think I could bear to lose you, not now that I finally have you." I whisper into his fur, thankful for his presence. Bit by bit things would fall into place and soon my secrets would be his and hopefully, his would be mine.


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