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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This is what it sounds like when doves cry

Her emerald eyes squint open as the sound of others hits her tattered ears. The signature look of worry and fear hitting her features as she lifted her frame in a wobbly manor. The limp in her rear right limb was still prominent, with rest hopefully with would heal, possible fracture to the hip or dislocation was the cause to her painful gimp. Latika was practically a mute, at least that how she came off as, the fear of saying the wrong thing and being punished for it was so great that she would rather stay silent.

She carefully moved around her little hiding spot, the large rocks were great for that. Upon setting her eyes on the others her movement froze - oh no they found me - Her eyes widened but slowly her features softened for these wolves were not of any she knew. In fact most of them looked to be having fun and in no ways malicious. The smallest wave of her tail was given as it lifted to the smallest degree but did not last long as it once more fell just between her hocks. She did not know how to have fun anymore, or smile for that matter. She was a slave so to speak in her past pack, one that she was unwillingly forced to be in and one that left permanent scares on her face, forever the reminder of the time she wished to forget and for the time being it was all a blankness in her mind with no recollection as to just exactly what happened. One day she was sleeping with her pack mates and then boom, taken.

Grey Wolf ~ Homeless ~ Loved by no one ~ Soul guarded by no one ~ 4 Years ~ Brownie


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