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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These are the words that will take us home.

Singing the song that's inside us all.

Of course she had become distracted. The male come from nowhere, leaping from the cool water as it rained from his coat. For a moment Attila's heart stops at the sight. Not because she admires him, but because it put her in mere shock; it was more unexpected. She still had a lot of things on her mind that maybe she shouldn't have, she's still yet to meet others amongst her pack aside from Dany. Not to mention, she is also figuring out how to get used to being apart of the pack, let's not forget the pressure from the high altitude added.
Fact is, she didn't spot the white wolf before her until he had leapt from the water, and attacked her prey. Thus, she skids to a halt, nearly clumsily losing her footing, but assembles herself with ease while recollecting her thoughts as well.

Her chest heaves heavily as she tries to catch her breath, eyeing the brute cautiously before down-casting to the rabid raccoon. She can sense that he is from another pack, a pack she hasn't heard much about but she knows of it's existence and what it's capable of. She can smell it clinging to his pelt like fresh blood.

"It was..." she says, her chin jutting up as she straightens her posture, before dipping her head low. Nostrils flare, taking in his scent while russet and grey ears swivel. She held his gaze, every once and a while glancing at the raccoon, but her eyes really never left him. "Your catch, your kill."

She had always gone by that, no matter how generous she had been to others before, offering her own kill to those in need. Her father had taught her that, he believed that if you caught the prey, only you eat the prey. It never really stopped her from the offers of course, but this is different. For some reason she knew he wouldn't be the sharing type, or so that's what she caught from his vibe. She definitely didn't want to find out, the thought of those jaws wrapping around any part of her body only give her the chills, and it wasn't from the thrill either. Sure he is rather handsome, but it is the feeling she gets from him that makes her want to run. Though, there is something more behind those pale amethyst eyes, and she knew she couldn't just walk away from him without even the slightest chance of getting to know him.

She remains guarded and alert, even if she can't decipher any of his next moves she still lingers in his presence, regardless if he is pleased by it or not. Truth is, he just caught her dinner, the least he can do is lend her some company, whether it be unpleasant or not. She's curious, and curiosity always gets the best of her. So she's anxious to find out if he has at least a little good in him.

If we don't open our eyes we're walking blind.
four year old female
of spirane
mateless, imprintless

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