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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harness your blame, walk through
Luck was not favoring Greer. She wasnít really surprised, considering the week sheíd been having. Death threats, homicidal attempts, hallucinations, if she hadnít been in such a foul mood she might have been excited to find out what the next development in her life was going to be. Unpleasant, but certainly interesting.

The footsteps came closer, sometimes pausing and moving in various directions. The wolf was clearly trying to track her. Greer held in a dramatic sigh, wondering if this was where she would meet the end of her short little life. Interesting indeed. Fear made her heart beat rapidly but apathy let her raise her head to stare at her doom face to face. And sure enough, some paces away, the stranger stood peering at her.

Greer squinted suspiciously, her pale yellow eyes roving over his form. He was young, but already a good deal larger than she, which did not bode well. But what struck her most was his interesting coat, a brindled mix of black a gray with lighter markings on his face. She was dazzled for a moment, forgetting the danger he presented. She had seen so many fascinating other wolves in this land, full of wild markings and brightly colored eyes; sometimes it was hard not to stare. She herself was so small and drab.

Pretty or not, Greer didnít want to take chances with company. She lifted herself into a sitting position and flicked her ears to catch the kidís words. He was big, but his sentence still cracked a little. ďAhím peachy. Leave me alone.Ē She lifted her lips, not quite a full growl but a small warning. Greer lamely tried to hide her wounded leg, though the scent of blood was sure to give her away. She hated seeming weak, and it gave others a reason to take advantage of her.


female , six , loner , bound to lucero

robb stark


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