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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Even though I have gone back to Glorall to seek forgiveness from Tesseract and somehow talk sense into my sister, I am still exploring the outer lands of Moladian, finding out what I can about the other wolves who call this place home. I'll have to know a lot if I want to make alliances happen and have peace talks with the packs. I'll also have to know some of the wolves who don't call a pack home, the ones they call loners. Growing up, there was always a sense of forboding about them, like they were a unique species all their own just because they didn't have a pack to go home to at night. Mom didn't push that idea or anything. She wanted to protect them just like anyone else, it was just a mind set thing.

Now though, I know that they are no different than pack wolves, they just want different things. I know too that I'll sometimes have to go out and seek loners, perhaps to recruit them to the pack, perhaps to speak with them on important pack matters. That means I'll need to know some wolves too.

I wander into susil crags. It's about the only part of Moladian I haven't been in much since I've been back. When I see a tree stump up ahead, I don't think anything of it at first until I see the large hole underneath it and the white wolf lying at its entrance. I slow down from my trot and wag my tail but that's when I notice that her eyes are closed. Is she sleeping? My brows furrow. I don't want to wake her up. I inch closer, stopping a few feet away. I might have stepped on a twig back there somewhere so she probably already knows I'm here. I lower my head, pricking my ears to show I'm harmless, a gaze of molten gold and ice blue taking her in with a polite friendly air.

"Hi, I'm Tristan."



Tristan.male.5 years old.son of Enigma & Cobryn.brother to Solitaire & Viora.father of none.tied to none.bound by none. 35in. 160lbs.deaf in right ear.no home



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