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.
Picking flowers in ignorance IP: 18.104.22.168 Posted on February 15, 2013 at 04:38:06 PM by Aelora
She remained stagnant there, watching boldly without concern nor wiles enough to drag her from her post. Quieted she observed the delicate motion of the winds as they pressed evenly against the distant trees and brush that provided sparse vegetation here and there. The birds coursing through the skies fleeting here and there without consideration of the ground dwellers, plucking at her gaze before it flitted back into the horizon. Shoulders tucked back she stretched, muscles flexed and drawing back her hackles up the the thin flesh atop her skull. She moved towards a yawn though was cut short with the responding call of another. Tongue rolling against her gums then sliding back into rest with a quieted huff as he came into view, distantly though not so much that it would be impossible to take them in thoroughly.
He was strikingly contrasted to herself, where she was as rich as a dark moonless night and he was light as the thinnest clouds above. Tipped then to collect him further the pits of her nostrils tugged at his scent, the distance of his abode clinging to him with no intention of release. He grinned and, despite perhaps a dismaying trial at a friendly appearance, she felt that caution was essential. She had learned to thrive alone thus far by this code, the code of based mistrust and only to gain the expectations of another. His words requested an understanding of her call, and in such the catch of his gaze into hers was almost enough to keep her in place for all of eternity. It had been so long since she was presented with such normal functions, abnormal, thus temporarily disconcerting.
None more than to bring about attention, seems to have worked.
All the harsh tones of a weary warrior were absent of her, all the magnificence of her feminine wiles evident in every rise and fall of her voice. She pondered this one, wondered if his intentions were just or if she would be a piece of tail for him to tamper with. Small she was, she knew this well, though nimble and quick wwere words she also knew well...these were at the top of her specialty lists.