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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I want to be your addiction.

i will be your demise

Myrria had persisted in questioning about the male it almost caused her to gnash her teeth that is until she continued speaking. Her opal gaze looked over her companion solemnly before speaking to her once more and she knew the feeling of being alone perhaps better than any other. “No. Never alone. Either path.” She couldn’t explain what she meant exactly but she knew of souls and she knew of mates. She wasn’t sure she could explain what they were but it never changed the fact she cared for the woman. Perhaps she was icy in its execution but she still cared.

As she laid down and her small dark companion wiggled closer and interwind their limbs her nose pressed lightly against Myrria’s scruff nipping lightly at her neck before her tongue grazed her companions cheek. “Not Mates. No Souls. Still Mine.” She spoke most statements but the last hinted at a question. Part of Sekhmet was uneasy being affectionate but perhaps her companion deserved it. “Who called you?” Sekhmet questioned her tones never harsh but curious. An underlying angry still lingered under her gaze she was furious with the forest and the loner. She didn't join that day but she could still feel the burn to cause them pain as well.

A soft growl escaped her muzzle; “Can hunt them. Get your answers. Or Revenge. Smelt familiar.” The male wasn’t familiar in the sense that he was smelt on Myrria’s coat but the woman that was lining his scent. She remembered, how could she forget the one who bribed her to kill? How interesting lies and hidden truths could change one's lives so effectively? The woman had given her, her pup in the first place. Her face twisted at the thought of Zeru, pained, enraged, but somehow still affectionate even if Myrria wasn’t interested she wanted to confront a wolf who kept no better company.

you're going to love it, i promise
reaver x enya - four - the deep
42 inches - 188 pounds
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