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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let them grumble [Sabre]

five :: fathom x covet :: temptation :: destiny

Iíll admit, Iím especially fond of winter. True, itís always cold, and just about everything with a brain goes to sleep for a while, but itís easily the quietest season. I like quiet. I can think when itís quiet. Or I can take a good, long nap. The Crags are especially pleasant today Ė the ground cold under my feet as I move over them, the frozen air pungent with the smell of stone. There hasnít been any snow yet, but I can feel it coming. I always look forward to the snow, and winter never lets me down.

The only trouble I have with the winter is that it becomes increasingly difficult to find water amongst the rocks. There isnít a lot of moving water here, and the shallow pools I frequent just fill with rainwater during the spring. Easy to find, but easy to freeze. Iím not particularly thirsty this morning, just making my rounds to see whatís available, but Iím a more than little disappointed to find that my favorite place has already succumbed to the falling temperatures. I like to swim here during long afternoons, then I like to watch the turbid water churn on itself while I dry on the sun-warmed stones.

Thatís not happening today. Nothing short of disaster could push me into the frigid water. I do, however, test its solidarity with a paw. I press my calloused pad against the ice, listening hard for a crack, waiting for it to give. It holds. I raise my head and glance around, making certain that thereís nothing more important going on, and then I take a real step out onto the glassy surface, leaving only my back legs sturdy on the rock. Again I wait and listen. Again it holds.

Emboldened by my success thus far, I move my entire body out onto the ice. As I leave the easy tread of the ground, I feel my grace begin to fail me. My claws donít grip here, my pads donít grip here, and my feet threaten to slide out from under me. I sink down with all my weight, ignoring the urge to panic and flail against the unfamiliar, and that steadies me somewhat. From here Iím not sure what to do or where to go, but I know that lifting a paw will send me reeling. Instead, I scoot one foot forward, then another, building a little momentum, and gradually work my way to the other side of the pool. Iím smiling to myself as I climb back onto the ground, and give my coat a shake. I have to say, Iím pretty pleased with myself. But what else is new?

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