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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Darkness had always been a friend to the young lad, his pelt barely giving away the fact that there was a monster in the shadows. Never had he felt more at home than in the crags, though Diveen had been a rather poor substitute, the boy found he still wanted the stone labyrinth of the wild place he was born to. A sharp inhale expanded his lungs and absorbed everything within reach of the air, gathering information about his current surroundings, dark indigo pools scanning around to find something to entertain himself with. His mind always seemed to be drawn back to the pale faced damsel, though he pulls away from the thoughts for the moment, too full of hope that he will see her face and frame come up anywhere he goes.

Lanky frame moves with an inherent and deadly masculine grace, large paws hitting the rock as he moves, confident strides pulling him around sharp stones and over the flat faces with a practiced ease. He knows these stones, intimate knowledge of their hard faces came from instinct and muscle memory at this point in his life. The beast in training knows he is home, though he longs for more to discover about this tangle of mass and rock. He wants to learn what happened to make a mountain crumble and the crags to be created. Looking up to the peaks of Spirane, then around to where he knows the swamps lay. How vast this place seemed, fraught with danger and learning experiences. He would learn all the secrets of Moladion's landscapes one day, he will know where every hidden cove and cave could possibly be located.

Still, the young male grows bored of sight seeing, he longs for some sort of company, and those permanent shadows in his mind long for blood. Perhaps he will allow them out on this cold spring evening, though, he wondered if it would be enough to find out what was on the inside. Their voices he has battled since birth, but as his hormones begin to rage, they do too. At only two, he is just coming into his own, he has but two more years to figure out if he wishes to fight this affliction, or if he longs to go with them. Tonight, he would find out.



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