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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listen to a word I say, the screams all sound the same.

I read the rules before I broke 'em
I broke the chains before they choked me out

darkness falls across his tiny vibrating frame, mother had always been there for them in the begining, she'd sworn to protect them come any means possible, but she had failed them. Not in Mortz eyes, she was as brave as they come, she was his hero to worship for the rest of time, an angel to walk in his foot steps and make sure that he is well cared for. Her blessing would spread wide across the landscape and call to the tiny creature a heart that while not perfect in nature would do what no one else could do. Raise the broken pup from the ground and help him to acheive whatever his little mind would want to acheive. As the darkness envelopes him the little copper eyed male turned his head ever so slightly at the sound of words. Male words. Mother had always said that though she had choosen a life of solitude it did not mean that all wolves had done such after the great ball of fire had reigned down from the sky. brother... the word forces Mortz to open his tiny eyes more and looks to the other male that stood close at hand.

As the dark wolf moved to speak with his mother, Mortz didn't have the energy to tell him that she was no longer living, but by the looks of it Weylin knew this already for the words sounded like peace-wishes. his eyes turn back to Ajax, tired and in need of warmth he barely moves if only to let his tiny head nod slightly in understanding. The tears and pain had dried up his little throat, cracked and raw it refused to speak another syllible until it had time to rest. Cried out he merly sits there on wobbly legs his head tucked into his chest. Ajax speaks to little Mortz, the strength of his family now passed down to him giving him a soft yip of agreement, he was far to tired to speak really and thus just allowed the other wolf to pick him up by the scruff of the neck and resume their path back towards their home. Glorall... it sounded rather poetic to his tired ears.

"talks like this"

Hey yo, I've been high and I've been real low
I've been beaten and broken but I healed though

Adoptive son of Weylin & Glorall


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