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 fire is only interrupted by the black blanket running from my shoulders down to my haunches, and yet the flame of my coat seems to dance beneath and around this blanket almost hungrily, the very picture of flames reaching up to a midnight sky it would seem, my bright amber eyes simply observing him going about his task. It is such a strange thing he does, something that I have never seen another wolf do, then again where I had come from there really wasn't much in the way of healers. My head tilts the slightest degree, because perhaps it is that I wonder about this subject more now that I see plants being plucked, maybe here those rare commodity of healers was much less rare, and it would make sense that they start out young, then again that always makes sense, anything should start being taught to us at young ages, that way it ingrains in our minds, and that makes us able to become the best at what we do. We become powerful in our own individual rights, sure in ourselves and our abilities, at least that is what I think should happen.

There is power deep within me, the power of the flames I was meant to be, and maybe that's what they had wanted of me, but I am unsure. I am fire and that is all I ever can be, that is all that I will ever be seen as, and for good or bad I need to work with it, I need to make it work for me, I just do not know how. This is the very thing that had caused me to wander from the lands of my birth, because I am afraid of what burns within me, I don';t want to be a villainess, I want to be something good. All these thoughts run rampant in my mind, like hounds let off their leashes, snarling and howling at the gates, things I really need to sort out, things that taunt and tease, that force my attentions upon them, even if I should try to run them away, my amber gaze watching the boy and his task, my mind overflowing with...everything. "My homelands were all huge plains with a few rocky crags set into them here and there."

"Nothing compared to these new lands really. It's much more...different here. There's all different kinds of places." My voice is strangely quiet, probably due to the thoughts coiled up within my mind. Pulling and tugging my attention every which way, a few mismatched memories of home placed in amongst the horde of thoughts, not all of them good ones but not all of them were bad. I vaguely wonder if mother is still in her old haunting grounds, uselessly waiting for my father to return, because we both knew that he never would, he himself had left with a new female to lands undiscovered, leaving us all alone before I decided it was best that I too leave to find my place. I have no family left to return to, of this I am almost certain, and in such I have nowhere to go. I have nobody to run to should I need it, no den to curl up in for a good rest, and now that I think of it such a thing is nearly saddening, but I won't go back. I had promised myself that no matter how hard it gets I could stand on my own four paws without Mother hovering over me, and for a moment I am almost surprised when a smile crosses the stranger's face as he speaks, pulling me out of the thoughts that attempt to ensnare me. I listen to the words he speaks intently, though his words somewhat confirm what I had been worrying about. I may be a radiant glimmering spark amongst the others, but am I only meant to destroy? Do I have no good in me? And yet in all that one thing he sees seems to give me a sparkle of hope. "I often do wonder what I am meant for. I don't want to be just another thing that can only destroy."

My amber eyes were a myriad of emotion as his violet eyes meets them, and this is perhaps the first time I have lost composure in front of a stranger, who is maybe not starting to register as a stranger anymore at all, this feeling of not having to keep my cool mask up is strange. This was a very interesting first meeting I am having with a wolf of these new lands, and I am thoroughly satisfied that I wasn't simply chased out by a hostile loner or pack wolf, instead I met someone who would talk to me, and maybe understand just a little of my thoughts, and for this I can appreciate, it gives me some sense of hope, that I will not continue to be misunderstood by every wolf I meet. "I guess every land must have a different set of words for it. And..if that's an invitation of sorts I might just have to come and visit soon."



mikoto

Meet me in the gutter and make the devil your friend
Chase a couple hearts we could leave 'em in shreds


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