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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[It's Now or Never]

Fight your foes you’re on your own;
Holy war is on the phone;
The bleeding loss of blood runs cold.

Sven watched the other boy, taking in his healthy form and figure, he was likely the same age and he certainly had a fair few inches on Sven, but he was starting to learn size didn’t really matter in good fair fights and if you have the right skills. Soon the monochrome boy hoped to train with Sleekwing and get the skills he needed to protect those that needed it. The rank in Spirane that he wanted required him to be good at multiple things, not just being able to fight, but hunt and provide as well. Why shouldn’t he develop more skills? Better his overall abilities? Hunting put fighting skills to practice too right? Least that was how he saw it.

These he thought would be best fit for him in his future, perhaps he could even learn the basics of healing so he could try and help someone if they really needed it? Not be like Niviaq and be at birthings and stuff, that was pretty gross, but if someone had got in a bad fight and needed quick help. But for now he was content in just protecting them. Sven figured from looking at the other boy he would be a good fighter, what he didn’t know was that he was the son of one of the best, and also the son of a wolf that tore into Sven’s own father. Probably better that was left unknown and unsaid.

The orange eyes watch as the other boy moves so unsteady upon the rocks. Perhaps he had some advantage to having been brought up in Spirane and not in Taviora. If he had been brought up in the forest would he be so unstable upon these crags? They were child’s play to him now. He watched the other boy curious after he had spoken he seemed almost started and worried as he turned around, relief clear in his face as he noticed it was someone his size. Sven didn’t notice the shallow scars that were his narrow escape from death itself, but there was something else odd about him. Did he just say something?

”Yes, I said to trust your paws.” He repeated with a little tilt of his head before continuing introducing himself and getting a very energetic and happy greeting from the other boy. It seemed to Sven perhaps he had a little more care free life than he had. If only he knew the truth of it all.

”Diveen, I have heard of that place too. Isn’t it where the angels are?” He asks tilting his head slightly. He wondered if Exodus was one of those angels, he thought they had white fur… but maybe he was mistaken. ”It’s nice to meet you , Exodus. I never met a Diveen wolf before.” He continued his tail giving a slight wave.

Sven worked his way a little closer to Exodus pausing only when he asked him if he was afraid of falling. ”Not since I was little and I didn’t understand.” He said, ”Trust your paws, fear is what slows you down and makes you unsteady.”

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