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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God's Own Judgement (Zagan)
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Kairos walked without purposes or destination for the moment, her movements tailored only to carry her further away from her little family. Around her fall thickened, the trees gleaming orange and gold fire in the half-light of dawn, a crisp wind springing from the mountains of Spirane to ruffle her fur and freeze the tips of her ears. Far from chasing her back into the warmth of her den though, the intricacies of life only beckoned her onwards, and she ignored her discomfort with seasoned practice that shouldn't have belonged to one as young as she.

As she moved her pelt glowed with the sun, its red points gleaming brightly so that she stood out starkly against the more demure backdrop of the crags, the dusky stones offsetting her purity beautifully. She truly was magnificent, a true daughter of her bloodline, proud and confident, somehow managing the mix between angel and demon without turning into a calamity, unlike her younger brother Illias. She scoffed at his weakness, instinctively pressing her ears against her skull as if to drown out the remembered squeal that had poured out from his young lips all those months ago while the family stood on the borders of Asteraia searching for sanctuary. He was nothing like her other brothers, Castiel and Zagan, who moved her with their perfection. Zagan especially possessed a hold over her that she could not explain, and she felt her heart flutter threateningly at the mere thought of his handsome face.

In an effort to remove him from her mind, she began to trot, long legs eating up the ground as she revelled in her newly sculptured body. Ahead of her she could scent fresh water and hear the thundering echo of the many waterfalls that littered her home. She came upon one which burst out of the rock face with astounding force, blasting her with spume and broiling into the pool below. She looked down into the bubbling abyss and wondered what it would be like to be the water, free to blitz through the landscape with all the speed of a cloud. Twitching her ear, she bunched her muscles together and leaped off the ledge, plummeting into the pool below. The fall was intoxicating and she shut her eyes, enjoying how the wind whistled past her whiskers and reminded her of how it had felt to be immortal. She only opened them again when she hit the water hard, and pain lanced through her side. Kicking out strongly, she broke through the surface and struggled to the narrow, sandy shore, spluttering. Water streamed from her nose and she turned to examine the drop, realising how short it actually was, barely two wolf-lengths above her head. Disappointing really. With a shake of her head she moved off to lie on a sun-warmed rock, enjoying a narrow shaft of sunlight while she licked her fur dry. Her flank still hurt, and she sopped every few moments to stare quizzically at it. So that was pain? A strange emotion. She understood how it could cripple some lesser beings, although to her it was little more than a bee sting, never mind the fact that she had splintered her third rib.

For the second time that day she found herself pining for Zagan, the only other being to whom she felt kindred, and she hoped that he, in the manner of a mute, would pick up on her feelings from afar and seek her out.

OOC: yeeuch pretty bad I know:p Sorry:/ and also still not her HTML or piccy:p





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