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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He had looked on from a distance during the onslaught, watching the way his sire and dam moved in a violent dance against the two wolves whom he knew nothing about. What interested him most was the instigator of all of this - the blackened form of his brother Zagan clutched by the unknown shewolf. Castiel found it curious, that his reappearance could incite such passion from his creators, when his absence had caused so little disturbance. The blonde tip of his tail lay across his white paws as he watched the scene unfold, focused upon the actions of the all-parents as they engaged in combat. Of course they had walked away the victors, Zagan held firmly between the jaws of the mother. Promptly Castiel had risen to follow them, though the course they took did not end when they reached the den they had most recently taken up residence within. Instead they had continued onwards, moving away from the grassy hills whose terrain was so pleasing to the young boy's paws. He had realized his lack of fondness for the dry, bristly grasses of the red place after spending only days within the green place. And now, once more, they were leaving. Though he does not see it as leaving so much as merely following the mother and the father where they lead.

Kairos romped along, her wandering eyes never fixated on one thing too long. Unless that thing was Zagan. He did not understand her infatuation with him, the close bond they had formed. Then again, he had not bonded closely with any of his siblings as of yet. This did not make him think any lesser of them - for they were also creations of Stella and Elijah, which made them superior to other wolves. But none were so grand as the allparents themselves. Castiel kept up with them with ease, not bounding along like his sister, but simply striding as fluidly as a pup of only a handful of seasons could. His focus was split between the father and the mother, searching over their familiar frames and fixating upon the places were crimson stained their pelts. He was reminded of a time when Ilias had bitten too hard during play, and a sticky wet red substance had marred his silvery gray pelt. The notion of pain had accompanied it, and he recognized that his parents had sustained injuries in the fervor filled encounter with the others. Immediately he is displeased with this, this harm against his creators. It was not right, for measly others to lay their teeth and claws against Stella and Elijah. Did they not know them to be the most superior wolves to walk this earth?

When Stella gave pause to place Zagan upon the ground, Castiel moved forward to investigate him. Had the others hurt him as well? Kairos was the first to reach him, though, and Castiel merely extended his neck forward to sniff at his brother before moving to follow Stella as she continued onward. Onward and upward, it would seem, for soon they reached a terrain that subtly reminded Castiel of the red place, but different. He watched as his mother climbed the rocky face, eyes narrowing to pay attention to the smallest details of the way she moved with such ease over this surface he had not encountered before. And as his siblings maneuvered their way up the rock in their own fashions, Castiel began to climb as well. But he shadowed every movement that Stella had made, though his puppy legs required him to take multiple steps where she had taken only one. But he was sure to place his paws in the same places she had, her path memorized and imprinted in his mind.

When he reached the top, he did not look up in search of praise. Instead he simply glanced around to ensure that, once more, they were a perfect set of six. Only to find...there were seven. Darkened ears pricked forward and his head cocked ever so slightly to the side, wondering who this wolf was and why he thought himself fit to speak directly to the mother. But as was usual for the boy, he did not question such things aloud. Instead, he looked to Stella and Elijah, keen to see and know their reactions to this new presence, and whether they would once more launch into that beautiful dance he had witnessed earlier in the day.

zero. son of elijah & stella. of diveen.
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