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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That boy Azrael must be stupid if he thinks he will get any information out of me. I've got too much hunting to do to worry with him. I wander along toward the creek, wanting a quick drink before I continue my travels. My paws are still numb from all the walking I've done, the pads already calloused over from where they used to be raw and red. I'm used to a lot of walking and not a lot of sleep. I've been tracking a wolf, a male who seems to like avoiding others. His scent ends up heading toward a group of others which surprises me but I follow anyway. I stick to the outskirts, letting the gray and silvers of my coat blend in with the shadows, my paws walking silently on the ground to disguise my approach.

It doesn't take me long to reach the body of water that all the other wolves of Moladian seem to have gathered around. I don't recognize any of them..that is, until I see a familiar little feminine figure near the water. Seren. My brow arches up in amusement. Did she follow me here or did I mistakenly follow her? I know it wasn't her scent I was tracking. I look around, red and black eyes sweeping over the others without a second glance. Looking up, I notice three figures at least gathered up top, spying on the others like they're something special. My ears flicker, ever alert to my surroundings for other wolves are trying to avoid the group, hoping they don't get discovered.

Ah ha! I note the male trying to venture away, his broad shoulders swaying with power (Blades). Crouching low, I move toward him silently, waiting for the opportune moment. I've only got one kill under my belt. I need more. I need my name to be known. Let that Azrael punk come after me. I'll add his skin to my wall.



Daemon_male_three years old_Fiera x Hyperion_no mate_no imprint_no pack



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