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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for all your grief

Even with the sound of the falling stone still reverberating in her ears, she watched as the monster locked his eyes on her face, his growl rippling through the cooling air. Then they were both silent for a long moment, calculating the risks of their next possible moves, taking each other in. She eyed him anxiously, face otherwise neutral. Fathom had this crazy idea that she didnít want to seem weak or afraid, even with the situation being what it was: one wolf already dead, his killer caught mangling the body. The kill in and of itself wasnít strange to her. It was the mutilation of the corpse. The victor bathing in his opponentís blood.

The stranger broke the silence, his voice heavy with the promise of pain...if she talked. She blinked at him, at first more confused than threatened. This isnít an assassination, then? He isnít the winner of a battle or the survivor of an ambush? What...? Her eyes went somewhat wider, and she caught a breath in her throat. This was for fun, she concluded, misunderstanding as the ignorant can. She couldnít know about the blood and what it meant to him. Maybe it was better that way. At least she could understand murder.

ďAnd, uh, what was his crime?Ē she asked, voice steadier than she expected. She stole a glance at the body going cold beneath his bloody chest. ďDid he surprise you, too?Ē

Brave talk. But there were no ranks here, and she had never been a lowly creature. She didnít shrink back when he moved toward her, instead rising to her full height - what there was of it. She kept her eyes on him, unwilling to break eye contact. She steeled her resolve, pushing out anything that wasnít the stranger in front of her; she was more stone than wolf. This was a key moment. She couldnít afford mistakes. Fathom could die here. And she knew that he might try to kill her; but she wanted him to know that it would be one hell of a fight.

| 4 years | Homeless | Quite Alone | No Young |


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