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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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I'll come back, when you call me

It started out as a feeling
Which then grew into a hope
Which then turned into a quiet thought
The small angel of the night had the tendency to wander and explore. She had inherited quite a few traits from her father, this being one of them along with her silence. Unlike him though, she held the capacity to talk, she just took comfort in silence, preferring to listen to others talk, to listen to the world and all it had to say. A shy creature by nature, it left her even quieter and more reclusive, given to hide from others rather than socialize. She didn't understand the proper way to interact with another and it left her feeling intimidated. It was why little Lailah left socializing to her older sister Semele and took to wandering on her own. Her love and attachment to her family was the only thing that kept the small angel grounded and from spreading her wings, soaring off to the sky to be in silence with the clouds.

She slipped out of the den silently, past her sleeping family and even past her sleeping father, who was the hardest to sneak past with how light he slept. The night sky was calling to her, and so she came. With relative ease the small white girl scurried down the mountain without being spotted and into the freelands. It was risky, she knew this, but she was quieter than the fall night itself, slipping into the shadows like her father used to do when he was a loner, before he met her mother. No one would ever know the litter girl was out, no dangerous predator that lurked in the darkness would be able to find or hear her. The only one capable of finding her was Reich, the only one more well versed in the shadows and silence than she. He understood this part of her daughter, despite not always approving of her disappearances without word, and his understanding allowed him to find her always.

Little black feet carried lailah far from the mountain, towards the drumming of a waterfall that only the crags could make. The small black winged angel girl loved staring up at the stars, getting lost in the endless abyss of space. While she felt closer watching them from the mountain, she always found them more appealing when stared at in a low, open area. She entered the area and immediately began to climb some of the rocks, trying to get up above one of the cave so that she may watch the stars and even hope to see a few dance across the sky. She wouldn't make it though, about half way up she saw a form pop up from between the rock, large golden eyes staring back at her: an owl chick. It made a screeching sound, the small girl's mixed blue and green eyes widening in surprise. Before she could react, the mother great horned owl swooped from the sky, having been not too far away she heard her chick's cries and came in a hurry. Lailah ducked, but the talons still clipped her, creating a small cut on her forward and throwing her off balance. Before she knew it, she was tumbling down the rocks.

Amidst the fall she let out a yelp, both of pain, fear, and a cry for help. She hit the floor with a big umph, the wind completely knocked from her lungs, leaving her laying there helplessly as she gasped for air. Besides the cut that trickled blood down her forehead, she remained unhurt. Unfortunately, she could not move, still not recovered from the shock of the fall, and the owl was still less than pleased with her presence, it swooping down and landing besides her, ready to dig its talons into her till the message was clear or worse, carry her off as Lailah was still such a small little pup, not quite a year old yet. Fortunately for her, her knight in shining armor was coming to her rescue, he just needed to get there quick.

Which then turned into a quiet word
And then that word grew louder and louder
'Til it was a battle cry
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