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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Yo ho ho, a pirate’s life for me. Not quite. If Dimitri had listened to his father when he mused about a land far away, he’d learn of a place that was filled of swirling skirts, incense burning, and small metal disks that clinked together like windchimes when those that wore them moved. He wouldn’t have believed any of it anyway. Makism had a thing for telling stories that hedged on farfetched. The young man with the sparkling eyes knew better than to listen to his father. Makism’s head was like a bag full of cats—you could smell crazy on him. Dimitri learned from an early age not to trust. Maybe it wasn’t what he was supposed to learn, but it was the only thing his father had taught him.

He was a gypsy, and that was enough. He had a title to call his own, and wasn’t that what everyone was supposed to have? The young man had a place to technically fit in, a mother that wanted him, a sister he probably couldn’t live without and a brother he tolerated. Sabriel… damn Sabriel. Dad always liked him better, anyway. He was so careful when the shadow of a pup was around, but even with Sabriel he was real. Tarquin was there too… he’d, at least, been a good father. As good a father as you can be when the world is crumbling around your paws. Dimitri had a bad habit of worrying too much. It was starting to set in.

The creature had seen Delta slip away, and that was never a good sign. Our young man slipped away on fleet feet, following her quietly. He’s gangly, with long and graceful limbs. Dimitri has never had a problem with speed and strength, an equal mix of both. He’s smart too, which is something he can’t help but embrace. The creature is sharp as a tack, something that’s impossible not to inherit from parents like his. Brilliant. That might be a stretch, but he’s starting to believe it. The root of belief? Lies. It’s okay to lie to yourself sometimes, he’s learned. Lies upon lies upon lies, they’ve piled up around Dimitri’s feet.

His eyes track the wild girl as she trails her way up. Dimka’s heart rises in his throat as the creature comes upon a more and more precarious place, seemingly without regard for her body. She slips and twists, and he can’t help but find another way to follow her. He won’t make foolish risks—too smart, too ungraceful for that. On slender feet he makes his way up a slightly less treacherous path… for Delta. Anything for Delta at this point. She was what was keeping him balanced… sometimes he needed that. All the time he needed that. At least there were those out there that the young man could consider important in his life.

Dimitri’s muscles burn as he makes his way up the jagged face. He’s only a level below Delta when he calls out, yelling up to the female where she sits. His words are gentle, but his tone shines pure and bright with worry. Concern. She was special, and she ought to know it. She meant something to him… siblings. Siblings were important. A bark comes, his brow furrowing. The lithe shadow yells up to the girl, enough to echo through the air around his head. “Delta? A-are you alright?” With a leap to match that of the girl’s, he brings himself to her level. Enough excitement for one day, thanks.

DIMITRI

hound’s

I'd chose something that's bold and fits
like anger, aggression, or cunningly brash




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