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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kissed by fire :: crow ::

Where the Wildlings are...
She grew tired of all the walking, it was something she enjoyed and hated at the same time, her life had been spent walking already it seemed. If she had known life would be spent like this she would have never come down from the heavens to come into it. She licks her ginger colored lips, hunger piercing her grey-blue eyes. She has been stalking this herd of goats since crossing over the mountain. Coming south had maybe not been a good idea, but she had to flee, hunger made her leave, and hunger made her walk.

It was unfair that she be the one sent down to the land of southerners. She watches them, their grazing making her hungrier for their meat, but she would have to be patient, for only patience and skill are rewarded in the wilds. Just the wily ever survive, and the strong. But, hunger makes her patience hard to keep.

Her move is made when they gave her the opportunity, some laying down as she watched over them like a goat herd. Like a streak of flame she comes down on the closest goat to her, a savage snarl breaking her silence as it kicks at her, rolling on its back. She dives in, fangs first to the throat as she thrashes her skull, red from blood nearly blending in with her pelt. The others flee, fearing others, though she is alone.

Come what may, the ginger wolf will not give her prize away. She feasts, the meat filling her belly even as it growls for more, ears of fire moving alertly. No sneaking up on them.

girl ;: 4 years old ;: no one is hers ;: she is no one's ;: she roams freely

Kissed by fire


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