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.
mjesto; dama nagovoriti IP: 184.108.40.206 Posted on May 21, 2015 at 01:29:30 AM by s o l i t a i r e
He doesn't understand much in the way of all these new feelings that come up when he's around her, but he does vaguely recall things his father used to say when he was very small about choices and fate and things like that. That sometimes fate liked to steal choices away, liked to force choices on others. Solitaire had never really understood all of that, but he had been just a pup back then when all the stories were told. Good times, before it all crashed around him, when he had been stolen away. He knew it had been his fault for wandering so far away from his family. It was something he had to deal with every time he thought of what happened. That he had been too curious for his own good, and it had cost him dearly.
The first time he had seen her hadn't been enough to really make him think on all those buried words that had been spoken to him as a child, as he wasn't sure what had compelled him to want to be near her. He still hadn't really said much of it to his brother Tristan, but he had very little to say as it was. No name, nothing that really held ground on the ordeal. Just that strange feeling, that want to be near her when he really had no interest in being near females for the most part as it was. They often made him uncomfortable, and he was just only becoming slightly more comfortable around the packmates that had his back hunting. He'd be loyal to them in the pack sense, of course, because they had earned that.
Otherwise he was still unsure on being near females for long amounts of time. Yet that feeling of needing to flee did not come when he saw this girl of black and red. Though he was surprised to hear that she remembered his name, and he beamed at her for it. Plus, she had agreed to share the groundhog as well. He watches as she moves closer, sits and then lays down. Her words give him pause, but he got it. Her name was Striker. "Pleased to finally meet you properly, Striker." He responded lightly, then he moved to chew the groundhog in half, nudging the larger piece over to Striker before settling to his stomach as well and eat his half of the groundhog, glancing over at Striker now and then.