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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Posted on February 20, 2014 at 00:38:49 AM by WARLOW






The blood of a dead rabbit stained his muzzle, dripping down into the coarse white hairs that appeared only beneath his chin and spread down his stalwart chest to his belly. Warlow looked almost as if someone had dipped his bottom half into white paint, with the exception of his outer legs. The rust color fur that claimed his top half spread down until it was met with four white paws, the front two dirty from travel and holding the inert body of his prey as he ripped and sawed with sharp teeth. Golden eyes focused fervently upon his rapidly diminishing meal, a fact that irritated the hungry wolf.

Warlow was not particularly kind - he was prone to violent outbursts and extreme moodiness. Often left in solitude he would take his grievances out on the weaker prey at any given chance, thus the mangled body of the rabbit. Satin-like fur littered the ground around his makeshift den. It was temporary housing while he scoped the area. He had followed his only surviving sister, Natu, into the lands of Moladion and decided to stay just as she had. He had not special connection to her, not really. But she was the only surviving one that shared his bloodline and he felt partially responsible to both harass her and keep her safe. It is a bond, twisted, that only a brother can understand.

The crags seemed to fit his moods and so he had decided to wait here in the stark wild where growth was interspersed by cold unyielding rock. With the final crunch of bone splintering within his mouth Warlow polished off his meal. Crows hopped around him, rushing in to steal little bits of skin with fur attached in an attempt to find some leftover meal. As one of the black creatures stepped too close to him Warlow snapped, his teeth grinding against each other as the bird screeched and took flight.

Shaking off his body the reddened male moves away from the feast site and towards the waterfalls with blood dripping from his chin leaving a trail behind him.

warlow

male | six years old | mated to none | imprinted to none




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