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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The pup couldn’t help but want to have a friend. She needed a friend in this world, and Cersei was her first option. It was considered that Ace was a nonoption. Cersei, though, seemed that she had a good enough head on her shoulders. The creature would consider her a real, viable option as far as friends went. It was pretty clear that pups needed friends to survive… she certainly wouldn’t if she was on her own with her new family. They were nice enough, but at the same time… a little batty. She didn’t want to be with them any more than she needed to.

“Close… you’ll learn eventually. It’s a weird accent. One of my daddies is Russian.” The creature’s tail swishes lightly, gaze playing on her face with a sort of childlike giggly energy. “The other one is Irish. It’s a funny language and a funny accent onto of a funny language and a funny accent.” Delya can’t help but brag on them, but her gaze goes sad when she talks about Father—Quinn was gone now. Real, not coming back, gone. It hurt her chest, but it hurt more that Makism was gone. He wasn’t dead. He was very much alive, and he wasn’t here. Right. She wouldn’t dwell on that.

Delya lets go a happy woof, a proud sort of woof, as the other girl makes her way across the rocks. She hops a bit, front feet leaving the ground for a split second—a hop of joy. “It’s good, it’s good! Otlichnyy! The word rolls off her tongue, tail swishing, a grin playing on her face. This is what having a friend is like. This is what it’s like to be comfortable with someone else, she hopes. She feels. It’s easy to fall into the company of someone that’s sorta similar to her. That similarity grounds Delya, and that makes her happy. It makes her happier than anything else does.

“I live in the Valley right now, with my auntie… she leads a band of gypsy band. They’re… alright.” The creature’s tail swishes lowly, sighing softly as she thinks about it. She wishes that she was still with her daddies and her brother… Gavriel had gone off to Iromar to be with Dimitri. Her head tilts to the side, opposite of Cersei’s a mutual curiosity filling her gaze. She can’t help but wonder about the girl she now wants as her friend. Friends could be fun. “Where’re you from?” Yes, a simple question. A soft question. The curiosity of a child.
delya

hound’s

tarquin x makism x hush




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