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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It was a most unfortunate set of circumstances for Sorcha had simply decided to slumber in the wrong place at the wrong time. Now she was in the path of a very hungry and very irate mother bear who assumed the mere presence of her dainty figure to be a threat. Quite honestly it was baffling to be awoken in such a manner. If she had been any less of such a stout heart then she might have curled up or screamed in fear but she wasn't truly fearful in this moment. A bit pained, yes, but more pumped with the overpowering need to figure out how to stop such an atrocity from happening. She did not wish for death, nay, her spirit was quite content in the shell it had been blessed with and she would very much like to come out of this in one whole piece. So she takes to the ground with her sure-footed and swift steps, outdistancing the bear by sheer force of will but it is not to be deterred by her lithe figure. It wants to know she cannot and would not harm the two cubs that stand by the bush with gazes locked on the raucous scene.

It was a showdown now as the bear moved towards her with ill intent, knowing only its raging instincts to protect and its hunger to eat. A cub cries out in curiosity but before the mother can even look a red blur comes into the scene. He leaps in one glorious bound and sails throughly the air and her green eyes watch in sudden fascination, heart skipping a beat for he is one braw and handsome fellow, built like an ox and furious in his endeavor. But was he crazy? He tore at the neck of the enraged behemoth before skillfully pushing off and landing next to her, although lacking a smooth sort of grace but really, who the hell was going to be graceful when launching off the back of a bear? She cants her head to the side so that her ears can catch his rumbling words as the bear focuses in on both of them, two threats to her children who seem unperturbed. Perhaps she had a temper with them as well?

"Only on my off days," she jests in a flippant manner as the bear begins to charge and so does the male at her side. She darts around the beast, tucking her hips beneath her to get more push and speed so that she can draw its attention towards the cubs even as her companion snarls at his new wound and tries to chew at the legs of the bear. "Do not kill it!" She says suddenly, pausing with a hop in her step as the bear roars in pain and tries to dislodge the male.

"Come, we can outrun it," she shouts, certain since he now had wounded the creatures leg and it was slowly dripping blood down its neck. By now it would start to realize how difficult harming them would be and that death would not care for her children. Sorcha darts in at its haunches and snaps her teeth together in a loud clack meant only to distract the bear do the male might dislodge himself if he followed her instruction and then she took off at a swift lope, flying across the rocks in leaps and bounds until she was such a distance away that there would be no worries of the bear being able to catch her.

She comes to an abrupt halt and spins with ears drooped and mouth agape to suck in air, eyes watching to see if the male has followed. If so she would grin at him once he got closer to her and she would step closer to him. "She has children, you see," she explains and gestures her maw towards the family. "Thank you. Oh! You are hurt. Sit, I will find something for that," she demands, not quite giving him time to decline her offer. Immediately she begins to dig between some rocks to find moss for the runoff has left it a perfect spot that was both warm and wet and she gathers it into her maw before setting it on the ground and moving past any personal space to peer at his wound closer.

BARD OF SPIRANE - EIGHT - NO MATE & SOUL




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