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.

Return to Lunar Children

Rage rage against the dying of the light
IP: 174.195.129.13

The need to possess and claim is instinctual and only further emboldened by his natural penchant for aggression. It is not wonder then when his teeth slide across her teeth so that their scents comingle in the charged air, but it is a wonder when she spins upon him like the lightning that rips through the heavens. Her jaws snatch his silver coated muzzle and she jerks his head up and down. Blackthorne yanks back from her muzzle hold with a snarl, her teeth scratching against his nose and upper lips and leaving behind bloody scratches. There is little that he likes less than being restrained and the glittering of his eyes say as much but he refrains from lashing out if only because she is his imprint. Besides, she has marked him, and some part of the beast he is revels in it, one tooth appearing as his lip twitches up in a satisfied smirk.

She settles, it seems, with violence. That is what he thinks in this moment while his eyes hungrily fasten upon her face, a curious flick of his ear. She is likely the first female to truly get his attention rather than just the need to best them, except maybe Eve. "They will respond," he says simply, confidently. Good or bad, what did it matter in the end? Besides, she was his and he knew SHE knew it. A low growl burns in his throats as she begins to scold then teach him but he listens. He hears what she is saying and it makes him pause. "My parents are fools," he murmurs to himself, disagreeing with her statement. Pups relied too much on parents like the way Matianak and Umbra hung on the words of their deranged father. There was wisdom in learning a new approach and for that he remains with that cocked war and expectant expression, still satisfied with the pain that lingers on his face.

The ear flicks in displeasure as she tells him that he can't go around stating MINE. That was the point of dominance, after all, but he suspects it will not work for her. Clearly judging by the way she preaches. Besides, he is fascinated by her in a deep, soul bonding way. "I would rip their throats out," He says with a growl but then a wicked grin at her, as if they just shared some private joke. It made sense but he never normally cared about what others thought... yet he wanted Azariahs attention and that apparently meant something more civil. She continues to talk and he frowns for a moment - what more could she possibly have to rant about? But she does and she doesn't stop yet.

When she begins to act out her words he finds amusement bubble up within him. Not the dark, brittle amusement that often eats at him, but a more sedate kind that makes his brow quirk up and him finally settle into his haunches. "No, I don't mind," he interrupts with a sly grin at her, devilishly handsome when he wasn't dominating those around them, and knowing it might aggravate her. She puts distance between them and suddenly he stands, moving within a wolf length of her before sitting back down with a gleam in his eyes. "We are a wolf apart," he says conversationally. "Now, were you enjoying the storm?" What pointless talk but apparently it was needed and maybe she would be appeased and just sit still for a minute.

Replies:


Post a reply:
Name:
Subject:
Message:
Password To Edit Post:



Create Your Own Free Message Board or Free Forum!
Hosted By Boards2Go Copyright © 2020