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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a darkness comes at dawn (open <3)

They survived together. Travelled back together. And each time one of the two fell, the other would fall down to lie beside his fallen companion, until his brother was ready, and then he would be there, helping him to his paws. And each time one of the two lost his way, lost himself, the other would whisper his name in his ear, over and over and over. Until he found his way back. ‘Vasy, Vasy, Vasy, come back.’ ‘Po, can you hear me? Poseidon… Po, come home.’ And, with each other’s help, they find themselves again. Because they ground each other, these two who are brothers not by blood, but by heart. Each lives for the other, as so long as they’re together, they’ll always be okay.

“Vasy, sleep. Need, otherwise tired.” The white wolf gazed up at his companion, his strange eyes wide, and ever-bright. Vasyenka was standing at the mouth of the little cave they were resting in, his yellow eyes, shot through with silver-grey, restlessly scanning the night sky. There was emptiness in them, an acceptance that the search was futile. Because what he was looking for was not something that could be found among the stars. He turned, at the sound of his brother’s voice, eyes filled with life and hope again, hope for the future. The tan and white male came to life, as he always did at the sound of Poseidon’s voice. “But, Po. Not tired.” He spoke in the same manner as his brother – getting the meaning across using as few words as possible. Vasyenka did this out of necessity and love for his brother, who was partially deaf, and couldn’t hear very well at all. And as for Poseidon, he did this because he knew no other way.

He got up, and moved to Vasyenka’s side, leaning into his brother and being comforted by the physical connection. He lifted his green eyes, with their chips of gold, and gazed at the same stars. “Pretty,” he said. “More pretty.” Beside him, Vasyenka smiled (and he leaned into Poseidon too, comforted in equal measure). “Yes. More pretty. Beautiful.” He turned his gaze to study that very familiar face, and noticed all the subtle little signs that indicated concentration. “Beautiful,” he repeated, for the sake of his brother, muzzle close to one of those chestnut rimmed ears. “B…B… Yu… ta-ful. Byu… Beautiful.” Po’s jaw gaped in a happy grin, and his tail wagged, nudging Vasyenka’s until he, too, was wagging his tail, and smiling. He shook his head lightly at Poseidon’s goofy grin, which became even goofier as he tried to hold back a yawn. Eventually it won out though, and Poseidon shook it off (not altogether successfully), falling silent, and staring fondly at his brother for a moment, before looking out to the stars again.

“Come, Po. Sleep.” Truthfully, Vasyenka was tired too, and it wasn’t fair to keep Poseidon from sleep. He knew well enough that neither of them slept very well without the other close by. Since pups, they’d slept curled together, just the two of them, occasionally another, (and sometimes a strange figure lurking nearby, watching from the shadows, little more than a shadow itself). And still, they liked to sleep curled up. It seemed the best way to keep all the monsters away. So, as one, they turned from the entrance of the cave, found a relatively smooth spot on the floor free of debris. They lay beside each other, Vasyenka on his side, Poseidon lying at his back. The white wolf, he fell asleep quickly, as he always did. For Vasyenka, it took a little longer. Eventually, though, the even breathing of Poseidon, and the way he shifted in his sleep to press his muzzle into Vasy’s scruff… The wolf who would never hear right, he succeeded in chasing the shadows away from Vasyenka’s heart.

“Wake, Vasy. No more sleep. Look, light!” At the sound of his brother’s voice, Vasyenka yawned and stretched, opening his eyes with a little effort. He found Poseidon standing several feet away, tail wagging, body turned, as if the young wolf didn’t know where to look – at his brother, or at the world outside. After some moments, Vasyenka gathered himself, shaking free of the last wisps of sleep, and he rose, falling in beside Poseidon naturally. It was, after all, where he belonged. Together they stood as they had the night before. Shoulder to shoulder, facing the unknown. “Yes. Light. Morning sun. Pretty.” Poseidon cocked his head, and took a step forwards, scenting the air, bright eyes trying their best to take it all in. His ears didn’t move nearly as much as they would have, had they worked properly. “Beautiful!” He turned back to Vasy, beckoning him with a flick of his muzzle. Poseidon was tired of this cave. Tired of the darkness, and the walls that seemed like they were closing in. They had only been here for a couple of days, but, that was long enough for the wide eyed wonderer. “Beautiful,” Vasyenka agreed. And with unspoken agreement, they left the cave, and headed into the new day. Poseidon stopped once, to look back. He knew that they would not return here. They would find somewhere else to live. And though he hadn’t much liked the cave, he would miss it, in some strange way he didn’t quite understand. Vasyenka, however, didn’t look back at all.

They came to find themselves at a pool fed by a small waterfall. Vasyenka’s ears had led them here. And Po’s ears were entirely useless now. With the small, dull roar of the waterfall, he couldn’t hear at all. But that was okay, for Vasyenka didn’t need to speak to him. At least, not with words. They plunged into the water, snapped at it and splashed around, until they were both wet to their bones. After some time, they’d had enough, and took up residence on the shore, in a bright patch of sunlight. Poseidon remained alert, sitting upright, turning his head as he studied the area in detail. Vasyenka was lying down, his half-closed yellow eyes fixed upon the water. He didn’t want to look anywhere else. Didn’t want to see the brokenness of this place, of their home. He didn’t want to see the half-healed wounds of the land, slowly knitting themselves back together. So he didn’t look. He focussed on the water, and thought of other things. Of how it washed away dust, and ash, and prints in the earth. Washed away the smell of death. Washed away memories.

He wondered if water would ever be enough to wash away the pain, and the emptiness that not even Poseidon could fill.


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