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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[ taste the wind and touch the sky ]

be as strong as the seas are stormy…
and proud as an eagles scream!

               She is flying through the woodlands at the edge of the crater, the strange sensation beneath her feet of this softer earth quite pleasant. She was used to the firm and unyielding earth of the outer rim and she was positively relieved by the sensation that changed beneath her paws as she breached the gypsy home base. She rushes towards the caves that were carved into the rocky wall of the crater, towards the stories of beautiful crystallized earth that sparkled when the night drew near and the sun set in the west. A pitfall would allow the light of the setting sun to catch the strange formations and glittering rainbows would burst into full bloom.

               She does not bother her brothers with this quest, sure that they do not want to see her be such a girl when all they knew was the wilder side of their sister. The sister who could tackle them as easily as anyone and who played as dirty as any boy could boast. She is sure they think of her as just another boy and this was a adventure for a girl. A princess of a wandering people, the beloved daughter of the second in command and the much adored niece of its loosely held leader. She was supposed to be able to rough it - but in her heart there was a strange wish that she could be like the haughty pack wolves with their betrothals and their ranks and even their silly imprinting nonsense.

               She does not know her mother has found her imprint, that her uncle knows it is coming for him, or that there was any chance of she herself finding such a male to complete her. She just knows that she is a warrior princess on a quest for the strangest of grails. She is bewildered then when she realizes that the cave walls are quite high and with very meager footholds when she reaches the base of the cliffs. Three leaps high, she is only paused a moment by its treacherous promise of harm if she failed - and up she leaps. She scrambles on her first foothold, slipping till the dip in her belly caught her on the edge and pulling herself tight to the cliff face and turning towards the next place over.

               She contemplates as she crushes her face into the rock in order to turn on the miniature ledge, eyeing the distance she will have to leap and doing so with better precision now that her feet have a handle on the precariousness of her venture. Her long, slender, paws grab a hold of the ledge with a slight skid on the next of the ledges, her slight whine and groan telling of how close she came from falling from already a pretty significant height. It is lucky that she has played as she had, that she had truly wandered the outer rim as she had. She had learned how to manage cliffs from that near inhospitable place and uses the skills she learned now.

               Finally, with one last twist and lunge, she is in the high held cave and she pants with a wide smile on her face when the shift of paws causing tumbling pebbles makes her look out to the world below. Someone had followed her and she was most curious as to who had the gall to try and sneak up on her like that.

The First Child of the Gypsies
[ female - two - no mate - no imprint - free-woman ]


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