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.
Heaven on Earth IP: 188.8.131.52 Posted on November 27, 2014 at 09:38:07 AM by Jocelynn
Jocelynn Heaven on Earth
I had no idea where I was. It was so easy to get lost in such a large, new place, and I had done it. I had gotten lost. Here I am, stumbling through the large expanse of a forest, with absolutely no clue where I had ventured off to. I was just letting my thin black, white, and red legs carry me wherever they may. As I look around, I can see nothing but giant trees, but it isn't long before the hushed racing of a distant river reaches me. I can tell it will be only a few minutes away if I sprint. Picking up my pace a good bit, I wind through the trees, petite paws barely making a thud on the floor, almost as if I has hovering, although I knew I could do no such thing. My ears stayed thin against my head as my jet like body screamed across the forest floor.
In a few minutes time, I found the trees to be more scattered, and the rushing of the water had increased in sound. My feet slowed, as I took in my surroundings, shortly finding a trail leading to a cleared out area, with a recent scent of a male. Perfect. Deciding it best to follow the trail, I avoided making noise, or brushing against plants to leave too much of a scent. I wasn't running from anything or hunting, it just came naturally. I was always light footed, and silent. As I stepped gingerly into the open area, I found my eyes immediately locked on the snowy bodice of the male who had left his stench on the trail, and I silently inched forwards. He was rested against a tree, so I neared his rump, staying behind the tree as I extended my neck and skull towards him. My nose hovered just centimeters from his pelt as I inhaled sharply, nostrils working at his aroma. He was alone.
I figured he would be calm, consider in that he was resting, so I paced around to the frontal side of him. Stopping and taking a few steps back, I sat down, just a few steps away. I wanted to see how he reacted to my prescence before speaking.