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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I'm beginning to feel like a Dungeon Dragon
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Posted on August 30, 2013 at 06:16:06 AM by Jagger

She was asleep on the beach, travel weary and with scabbed over cuts along her lithely muscled frame. She did not know what brought her to this land, Moladion, but whatever it was she was glad the pull had brought her to its beach. She had always loved beaches, though mostly because the of the water they bordered. Though she loved beaches, she loved the storms more. Massive and roiling, fast and hard one time and then slow and rough the next. They could last for minutes to hours to days. During those days-long storms, one could oft find the girl knee deep in the water, frolicking in the foaming waves and playing chicken with the riptides. Here the sea was calm, lapping lazily and greedily at her paws, flowing fingers trying to pull the water nymph in.

She was not all unlike the beast that was stalking the shores; in appearance at least. Her fur as well was black, though a few shades lighter than the night and without any markings to speak of. Simply black, simply monochromatic. If she had her eyes open then they'd be a shocking, even arresting, shade of blue. Electric in color, the cyan orbs stood out against her shadowed coat like bio luminescent creatures do in the deepest depths of ocean. She is muscled, that much is obvious, but they are lean and strong, not bulky and hindering. She was large for a female, though the beast stalking the crags behind her was a giant compared even to her. Taller than her by almost 10 inches, outweighing her by almost 50 pounds, he was even bigger than she; who stood eye to eye with most males. But even for the difference in size, she was a superb fighter as well though she might not display much of it on the outside. A chunk of one of her ears was missing, and the only scars that showed through her lush fur were the ones on her back legs. The pink, jagged tooth marks of an alligator creature who latched on and tried to rend the limb from her body. No matter, she killed it soon enough, the carcass feeding her better than anything had in a while.

Though her ears swiveled to catch what little sounds he made instinctively, she showed no signs of truly waking. In truth, she should feel fear by the very demon's presence, but she was tired and didn't much care whether he was a demon or not. She didn't even know demons existed in this land just yet. Besides, if it came to a fight, she would at least be able to hold her own. While she would be hard pressed to win against one like him; she had dispatched his matches in size and strength before. She was a warrior through and through, and would rather fight and war than be a diplomat or a leader of a pack. Truly if she ever was in a pack she'd be in the ranks of the soldiers. She did not want to just simply be a pack mate who lived there and did little else. She would carry her weight and then some, taking on whatever jobs her alpha needed her for. Warring, spying, assassinating, you name it and she would do it. Though the odds of her belonging to a pack were sore and sickly looking. Sure she'd make friends with some packs, but she doubted she'd ever truly live in one. She was a nomad by nature; it would take something great to anchor her to one pack.

If she was awake, she'd be morbidly interested in the beach's other occupant, possibly following him and watching what he did with keen, intelligent eyes that seemed to take in everything at once. She was as stealthy as him and was well versed in the ways of stalking. She would probably follow him to his den, knowing she was quite possibly risking her life but not exactly caring. She was confident in her skills, enough that she felt she could take down even him if ever the time should come. But alas, she was out. The fog surrounded her, the scent of salt warm and thick, almost obliterating her own scent but not quite. Who knows? Maybe the beast would come to say hello. Maybe they might even tolerate each other, despite his rather...eccentric tastes. Maybe she might even have a new friend.

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