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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to dungeons deep and caverns old

               Leviathan was supposed to be an exotic looking woman, but for now the night ate away what others could see of her. She is black with tan and brown copper littered throughout her fur. The gray marks on her face and her teal gemstone eyes are the only bits easily seen in the night. It is why she felt she ought to try and sneak away from Glorall, to try and get away from the strange silvered shadow that haunted her steps. It was strange, feeling no draw and yet feeling as though she owed the male something. She was bound to him by some primal law - but she was by no means commanded by her soul as she had seen others be. Her fur crawls at the thought of being possessed, of being tied anywhere or to anyone for whatever reason. She is a creature of the sea, open and wild, and she held no love for the idea of children from her own womb or being burdened that season prior. Her only strength is beauty and speed and the children that most imprinting promised would remove her from usefulness... Not her idea of a great time.

               There was no mistaking it when Leviathan came across the scent of a stranger headed down into the crater. It was the strange scent that spoke of no pack, no brothers or sisters, no body to keep her company. Such a thing was most intriguing to a girl who could never find a quiet moment. Soon, though she does not know it, she will grow out of her impetuousness of youth and realize that pregnancy does not steal beauty - only adds to it. Soon, too, she will realize the strength in having a man who completed her - who could protect her from all harm. Soon, but not this day. Today she weaves amongst trees and follows the scent of the female who now lays concealed from sight.

               How it was that the girl managed to wedge herself into the crevice - to find it at all - was a testament to someone wishing sleep... And yet, Leviathan is patient and lays to wait. She keeps watch, lets the female she can smell rest. When the breathing sounds change and Leviathan is sure she is awake, her exotically beautiful (for fate said she was to all who would look upon her) face turning to look into the shadow of the crevice. "Greetings, traveler! I am Leviathan, I hope you have slept well."

The Obsidian Beauty of Glorall

[ female - two - no mate - ravan's dancer - islander ]


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