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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Rage rage against the dying of the light

The backdrop of the storm is akin to what he feels. Electrified, burning up with sensation. Her scent is heavenly in his nose and her appearance alluring enough that he resists the temptation to press closer. Although the urge to tower over her grows with intensity as the distance between them lessens, his natural desire for dominance flaring all the brighter with these sensations of possession and ownership. His soul recognizes her and the instinct is natural enough that he declares her as his with no hint of surprise or fear. Only certainty. This was an all consuming feeling that he triumphs in with an almost maniacal glint of satisfaction in his eyes. Until she opens her pretty mouth and dashes the feeling with her proud voice.

Her declaration causes his scruff to rise, the black on his crown pressing out against the silver cowlick to give him a crown-like appearance, and his silver lips rise to reveal the barest of fangs. A sign of his displeasure and disagreement with her statement. The longer she keeps her eyes latched to him the more he desires to fight her down, noting the way she moves to stand, and he is quick then.

Like a snake he darts forward and if she is not quick he plans to put his forepaws on her shoulders and drive her back down so that he can stand above her, as he should, so that she could know her role as HIS. "No, I am not wrong," he says with a suave, assured voice that hints at venom, at danger. If she scuttled away before he does then he will press his suit, moving forward to crowd her, tail lifting as high as he can on an attempt to intimidate. To control. To conquer.


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