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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Even before she’d finished making the jump, she knew her desperate plan had backfired. The look on his face was not one of shock, as she had hoped; he was fucking furious. Fighting mad. But it was too late to go back. She basically leapt into his waiting teeth, knowing he would see the failure flood her eyes if he cared to look.

They clashed mid-air, his weight knocking the wind out of her as his teeth dug into her left shoulder. Despite her pride, Fathom cried out: a sound half pain and half terror. The humiliation would come later, if she managed not to die here. She strained against the weight of him, her paws skidding against the dewey stone beneath her. Her breaths were shallow and shaky. The combined smell of her own blood and the old blood caked on his chest was too much - the fight drained out of her. She wanted out. Out, out, out.

Fuck, run, run...!

Gripped by panic, she snapped at his face, careless of whether she injured him or no, and then tore away from the confrontation, leaving a mouthful of fur and blood in her wake. The winter wind blew cold into her bleeding wound, serving to remind her how foolish she had been. She had no time for it now; she didn’t even have time to catch her breath. She was still too close to the murderous lunatic.

Maybe she always would be.

Breathless, she broke into a stumbling run, her injured shoulder compromising the speed she so depended on. Fathom ran for Diveen, too focused - too terrified of what she might see - to look back.

| 4 years | Diveen | Quite Alone | No Offspring |


OOC: He can chase her down if he wants to. I know he’s perfectly capable of it. Otherwise, I’m sure they’ll meet again. ;-)

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