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 April 1, 2014 at 01:39:07 AM by PORCELAIN





I was getting use to being alone. I didn't like it, per say, but I was comfortable with it. Solitude had become familiar, like the touch of a lover. It had become predictable, like the rise and fall of the sun. It had become, if i was being brutally honest... boring. I gave a small whine out of frustration. There was suppose to be a promise to life, one that always goes unspoken yet screams through every fiber of your being, and here I was, still trying to find out how the story starts.

Someone called out, and it takes me away from my jaded thoughts and back into some state of reality. Just a single voice, reaching across the crags, and I turn towards it. My face tilts, my curiosity peaks, and I do the only thing i can think of. I give a response, a howl that seems to linger in the air like the ringing of a bell.
I am coming, it says to the other wolf, even as it fades away with the wind.

Effortlessly silent, I move forward, weaving my path over rocks and around the trunks of trees, pausing only to test the air. Suddenly, a realization is made. There is not just one. There is many. I can almost taste all of their scents, each one unique, combining to make a thick perfume that makes me feel like I've entered into a fog. I break into a small lope, eager for even the simplest of contact. Finally, I see all of them, and the excitement ends up being just too much for me to take. A low whimper erupts past my lips, a loud noise that demanded attention, and my body instantly lowered to the ground. It is a submissive stance that quickly became playful as it turned into a bow, back arched, hindquarters seeming to vibrate as they wagged. I only straightened as I realized that no one was really enjoying each others company. In fact, the tension seemed high, and I quickly decided that they were lucky that I showed up when I did to help defuse this situation. I straightened my body, but my tail drooped, hopefully inspiring the rest of them to relax as well. It was painfully obvious that I had no idea what kind of gathering I had stumbled upon, and I'm sure my next question didn't help.

“I don't suppose anyone wants to play chase...?”




Porcelain
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