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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how am I still alive?

He wasn't long into his dream when the world blacked out with a sudden pain, he hadn't heard the tree's snapping, or felt the debris that clattered all around him as the she-wolf fell from the sky. Well, a tree really, his tree. He wasn't happy about what was to come but he didn't know. As soon as the dream world went dark, Countess trying as best she could to get to Paldor, Paldor doing likewise was ripped from the safty net that was his inner world by the weight of another atop him. Forcefully I might add. A loud yelp leaves his lips as she makes contact, his body heaving inward on it's self, the skin and bones wolf, not really fluffy or cute to anyone who observes him, is in alot of pain. This might be a good reason to go and visits Ruv later on, but at the moment he needs to deal with the interloper that had just gate crashed his dreams.

"What the fuck!?" he yells as he staggers to his feet, breath hoars words caught in his mouth as he struggles and leans against the trunk of the tree and looks around at all the branches and scattered bits of needles that lay around where he had once been, not so peacefully, sleeping. This was utter chaos in his eyes, those pure white eyes without the black pupil appear blind to those that don't know who or what he had been before he'd arrived here. He snarls and snaps, biteing at whatever flesh he can of the intruder before he even notices who it is, before he even cares to know how much or how little it hurt them. He's not an old dog, around sixish, seven in spring time, with winter in full bloom now he was sure to get cracky just because he hated the snow, but now he was extra pissed at being fallen on.

"I hope you rot in hell for that, you insane peice of meat" he growls at her, his back leg stretched out to it's fullest, his stance almost that of a german shepard in show, ears back and tail low as he stands there ready to begin again on this female. She was only two years younger than he, but already he didn't like her. Why on earth had she jumped on him? "Fallen Pal old buddy, she fell from up on high" he takes a deep breath, his lungs filling to the bursting point before he lets it all out in a rush of air. "Why on earth did you fall? and why does it feel good, for god sakes it doesn't feel good to be landed on that's for sure" sure, he wasnt' quiet as in your face now, but he hadn't lost that grouchy appearence. With his white eyes full of pure hatered for this stupid female who deemed him a freakin' landing pad.

"talks like this"

arctic wolf | male | six | story teller | no mate | no bond | no pack

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