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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so deliver me from this

restless: i found your weakness

She'd always been smart. She'd always been capable of great things, for that she was sure. Perhaps she'd been foolish once long ago when she had hoisted Lucian off his stone throne but not since. She'd been smart enough to take cover in one of Moladion's greatest packs, and she'd been smart enough to learn and excel in which ever way possible. She'd even taken a mate - a strong, capable mate - and whereas perhaps she should have felt guilt for such a thing, she kept Nero around all the same; after all, he had sworn his very life to her - it would have been wrong to deny him that, no? Despite her obvious shortcomings as a mother, she had believed herself redeemed; over the course of two years, she had trained her children to fight and to think. But what now? Had she thrown it all away? Had she lost her ability to think and been dominated by her ability to fight exclusively?

Not at all.

She had simply chewed her way out of the restraints that had kept her bound for so long. During her reign of Mirovis - as short lived as it had been - she had learnt much and she had learnt much of her ability to fail. But now she had become renewed with the fire that had started her journey all those years ago away from her home land. She no longer had to bury the parts of her that had remained dormant; she swore no allegiance but to herself and her companions. She did not need to fear the toes she trod upon and she did not need to fear the very demons that lurked in the night now. She had taken them in. She would find them the deepest, darkest hole in which to scuffle and snarl about in and they would thank her for it. She would home them, she would tend to them and at the end of the day, she would stand tall atop her throne as an untouchable being. If you controlled the danger, what was left to fear? They understood her pain; even Jaidah and Fatality understood the pain of loss - loss of children, loss of power, loss of respect.

Who cared about the fallen Queen of Mirovis? Who remembered her name even before the red star? Nobody. But they would.

And that was why the call that opened up the sky was not unexpected - she had been waiting, almost, patiently within the rock encased den she had taken for herself. Since her arrival in the new world, she had become the beacon of beauty she once had been once more; a luxurious, alabaster pelt no longer marred by neglect with bright, glossy eyes. Her body had filled out, returning her femininity and deadly grace to her once more - she'd even began to smile, once more, coy and daring as it ever had been. She had known, though, that the Angel King would seek her for she understood well that he had eyes in every crevice - at one point, she had been one of those eyes. She knew his Apprentices swept the land and he knew what they sought; Fatality, Jaidah, Tobias and perhaps even the other unusual kinds that loitered about the Western Craters. It would not have been difficult to find Ruvindra at the top of the hierarchy - she no longer slunk about as a snake would and instead, she paraded atop long limbs and a confident stride. It was easier to numb the pain of loss when she watched over the strange sorts - little Seren, Jumanji and her children. They were hers now. They would always be safe and that was reason enough to answer the Angel King.

Sliding from her den, she took only a brief moment to shake her pelt free of debris before she took off in a steady, bouncing jog. He was not so hard to find over the rocky landscape, his pelt glowing just as brightly as ever beneath the sun; he'd always been handsome, that he knew along with the rest of Moladion, but she was glad to see that age and disaster had taken its toll on him. The last time she had seen him, he had been glassy eyed and distant in mourning but it seemed something new had sparked up within him, too - a glorious time for change it seemed.

Slowing as the distance between them dissipated, she offered him a broad grin and a shake of her plumed tail before halting. Eyes gave him the once over before settling into his own line of sight, her brow raising up curiously before she moved to speak.

"Heyel, it is a pleasure to see you doing so well," she called, her voice as gentle as ever and well hiding the fact that part of her, somewhere, knew he had come for not so friendly chit chat, "Are the rumors true? Have you stood down from the throne? If they are, you have my deepest condolences - you will always be the greatest king Moladion - new or old - ever knows."


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