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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rise and fall, rage and grace

Things seemed to be falling into place for me in my new home. I had found a rank that suited my skills and ascended to it quickly. My brother was always close at hand, even if his attentions seemed rather...preoccupied by our new alpha. I was still puzzling over their mutual affinity for one another, though I had my suspicions about the reasoning for it. But who was I to ask for confirmation? My brother, or my friend who had become my alpha? Neither would be the easiest of conversations, I thought as I moved away from Iromar's borders - not for the first time. Despite my growing comfort within Iromar, I still felt the need to travel beyond its boundaries on a semi regular basis. I missed the feel of the southern shore's stones beneath my paws, and though I knew that returning to Glorall simply for a visit was not an option, I could go elsewhere to replicate such things within my memory. So I loped towards the crags; typically I would go to the grotto and swim within the deep cavern's pools. But today I wanted to feel the sun on my back and simply dance across the rocky surfaces.

From the first touch of cold stone beneath my paws I sighed softly to myself; while I had grown accustomed to the spongy terrain of the swamplands forming to my every step, I would always hold a preference for stone and sand. I was born to the seaside pack, and for five years of my life. I practically danced across the rocks and climbed through the crags, practiced paws keeping my movements silent. A smile took over my features as I continued on my way, leaping from surface to surface when required. I did not realize even now how close to my mother's true silence I had come, for Caligula seemed to fade more and more from my waking memories each day. I had not seen her in many years. And now it seemed that Tesseract would become much the same to me, imagery that would fade into the recesses of my mind as the years passed by. But Praetor, I would always have Praetor. And I clung to that knowledge.

The destination I had not realized I had chosen for myself loomed close ahead - one of the deeper collections of water, sourced by a waterfall that cascaded from the lake which sat at a higher altitude to the northeast. As I drew nearer to it, my featherlight steps suddenly ceased, sending a tiny stone tumbling away from me and breaking the silence of my movement. But that was not the noise that caught my attention, causing my grey ears to flick forward and pale violet eyes to look about in surprise. It is a howl, one that sounds as though it is caused by pain and for a moment I am frozen, unsure what to do. I was no warrior, could I help whoever was in distress, or would it only result in both of us falling to harm? But I could not ignore the sound, and cautiously I proceeded, ever towards the waterfall where I thought the dull sound to have come from.

But as I came to the water's edge I saw no wolf struggling against an offender. I saw only a single wolf, moving through the waterfall and into the open water of the pond. For a moment I was confused, looking around for someone who might have pushed her in her who perhaps she had fled from. There was nothing, no one. I was puzzled, but as violet eyes rested upon her once more I thought that something did not seem quite right, her features somehow strained as she waded slowly through the waters that caressed her sides. Thinking I might look rather strange just standing there upon the edge of the basin, I called out a soft greeting to her. "Hello there, are....are you alright?" I had to be sure, for I knew that hearing voices was not a pastime of mine, and I didn't plan on starting such a thing now.

rise and fall, rage and grace
it is to judge and to be judged, to dream and to accept
Six, Tesseract x Caligula, Iromar
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