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 remember when all the games began
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Posted on February 25, 2014 at 09:43:06 PM by gaara


You're the darkest burning star you're my perfect disease


Coat of scattered cinnamons, russets, and auburn stands out like the blood against all this snow, tongue drawing over my muzzle again at the sight of all this blood, blood is my weakness one could say. There has never been anything that tasted quite like it, it's something that I always thirst for, always in the back of my mind. Maybe it's just me and maybe it's the same for all of us demons, it is a thing I wonder as my green blue eyes meet her starlit ones, a silent question in them alit by a backlight of bloodlust. The scent and sight of all this blood makes me want to hunt, though for what is entirely up to whatever catches my attention. Anything with the salty tang of blood will do for me, wolf or prey it matters not, though other wolves have a tendency to fight back. For my love of blood I perhaps do not enjoy seeing my own quite as much, perhaps it is self preservation I do not know. Perhaps somehow the fact that it is my blood makes it less appealing, or maybe it is merely the hunt for blood that makes others blood more exciting, maybe one day I will find out.

She speaks and my ears flicker to catch every syllable, today I am nothing if attentive, and what she says is merely the truth. Green blue eyes do not leave her starlit ones, tail waving once behind me as I incline my head in silent agreement, a slight smirk of my own pulling at my lips. "Indeed they are." My head tilts a few degrees on it's left axis, "But what kind of game is the question." My mind whirls and hazes in thoughts, games that I know of. Which one speaks to me the most, which one she might want to most join me in. There aren't many I know of to begin with, mostly ones that involve bloodspill, or causing trouble. My eyes follow her as she moves towards me as my tail gives a singular wave in response, my voice spilling forward in response. "There are different kinds of games, the ones I know best are of hunting and of tracking."



G A A R A
You think you got a foot in the door but you got a foot in the grave


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