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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somebody's heartbreak
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anemone


I had never been the kind to be quick to anger. It was part of a saying I had heard when I was younger. About being quick to listen, slow to anger, slow to speak. I had never lashed out at anyone in my life, never spoken harsh words in anger or fear. I had never made myself an enemy to anyone. Well, except maybe myself. I had never allowed myself to be the outgoing, flower child that I had been when I was a young girl. I had been a bright, bouncy girl, fully of laughter and joy when my mother and father were around. However, when I was on my own. Things changed quite drastically, quite fast. I became a recluse, hiding out instead of making myself even known. I didnít know how to handle myself around others. But I still had one habit, the one I still did, even today. I watched the sunrise, and sunset of each and every day.

I had told myself as a little girl that I would always watch the sun break across the sky in the bright hours of the morning, and I would watch it as it fell down into the dark abyss every night. It was a habit I had started so long ago, that in my nine years there was no way I would dream of giving it up. I couldnít, after all, it would be betraying my own self, wouldnít it?

I heard the sounds behind me, indicating that I was no longer alone on the top of the rocks. It didnít bother me, as far as I knew that I would not be bothered, for I did not stand out. My creamy tan-white figure was not a outlandish color, I did not stand out in any way shape or form. I was simply me, and that was nothing too special. I was not overly tall, nor weighed much, I was on the smaller side of most wolves. And that was fine by me.

The voice spoke up, choosing to create a dialogue with me, I turned my head, spotting the pure white femme form approaching, I offered a small smile, ďHello. Yes, it is.Ē I spoke softly, as was my nature, demure. I paid soft attention to the female beside me, She was noticeably larger than myself, but I tried not to focus to much on that matter. But, she was someone I didnít know, so to trust automatically was not in my nature.



nine - by camelot out of laila - female


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