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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away ran the children [any]

It started with a whisper and ended with a scream. There is no recollection of what actually occurred or if indeed the rumors held truth within. All they know was a child had been born. One child whose size rivaled others, and thus it began. The story of the snake whom devoured, the female who reigns among the wolves. The king, who in all his bloody glory despised his lone heir at first until he seen just what he had created and he used the words of others to put the fear within his enemies. Teaching a daughter to become a son and live up to a title she had been given. For years, living a life that had been created for her. As stories of the snake were told to children and elders alike, to instill fear with facts. Conquering and devouring one wolf at a time, this was life; for was it not indeed a snake that started it all?

Hidden within rocks, a cavern almost too small to contain her. Blinking blood eyes watch this world so different from her own. There is no frigid bite in her lungs, just warmth and clean; one her body is not accustom to. The shadows of night seemingly welcoming her into their fold as they seem to shroud her from curious eyes. Giving her a moment to come to terms with everything that had changed, the death of her father. The revolt of her nation. Exiled what once kept them safe yet feared. She left with no trouble, though an odd pain settled in her chest at the thought of leaving her frozen fortress.

Despite that, she is content. Settled even, though unsure what to do without the demanding orders from her father. Her mother had lost any appeal after weaned, for she was no longer necessary, just a broken connection in her world.

Agitated by the turning of her thoughts; dwelling of things of no importance she crawls from within, belly scraping along the rocky surface as she seems to slither from her hole. Standing from the cavern she looks to the ponds below, vision blurring for a moment as colors blend and mangle. As she furiously shakes her head, blinking her eyes as sight soon returns. A deep and throaty growl escaping as her lips vibrate from the inevitable. As feet find the path that leads her to below. The grass upon her paws seems to crush under her weight, as blinking blood eyes glare ahead. Unmoving, and silent. Waiting.
the russian serpent among wolves


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