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: 126.96.36.199 Posted on November 30, 2014 at 00:21:47 AM by Jocelynn
Jocelynn Heaven on Earth
I waited a few moments, watching him look around for the source of the noise I had made, and finally stare at me in confusion. Was I that strange looking? I suppose I was, with auburn fur, black stockings, and white toes. My blue eyes narrowed at his snowy appearance, eyes as white if not whiter than his pearl coat. If anybody was strange looking in this weird world, he was. Very strange indeed. I wondered farther as to why he had stared at me so strangely. He appeared thouroghly confused, as if he had a lot on his mind. Nonetheless, I stayed positive, stature prim and proper.
I let a soft smile form on my face, the flecks of teal in my baby blues lighting up as I studied him. His voice was deep, almost godly, and it almost comforted me in a way. Odd. The tip of my auburn banner swayed to my side as I let my thin black kissers seperate. "Jocelynn. Call me what you must." My words were soft, and meant only for the stranger before me. Looking over him again, I noticed he hadn't come off as hostile, and inched forward a tad bit to lessen the distance my words had to carry. It was so much easier to speak softly, wasn't it? Not as much of a waste of air. With little distance between us, I took a rest on my fore legs, smile never wavering nor fading. I was hoping for friendship, as I always was. It was better to have more friends than enemies.