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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four - amazonian blood - no shield - no sword
I had been gone for a very long time. I had struggled with the thought of my identity since the disappearance of my mother and father. I had never understood who I truly was until I, too, had left Moladion. Perhaps they both had perished in their own time and if that fact were to be true I do mourn them. However, I cannot dwell on what is lost for the rest of myself. I am just barely four years old now, after all.

Upon my first day back within the realm of Moladion there is an interesting request that fills the air. It is intriguing enough that I stop for a moment to listen before following after its direction. Within the time it had taken me to travel toward the male, there were now many scents and voices that intermingled. As I stood silently at the foot of the crags, staring up at them all with silent curiosity, I cannot help but wonder why I had heeded his howl.

Eyes of gold and green blink once or twice before I gather the willpower to force myself up the rugged cliffs and to the gathering. Yet it is not the original caller that I am first to look upon. Sitting directly before me is the menacing expression of a boy made from sienna and white; his odd behavior causing me to wonder who has him all worked up. My fur bristles as I notice the death-like glint in his eyes and I follow his gaze toward the pale female who is near shuddering upon her paws at each step. ”Hey..” I speak boldly, confidently, as I approach him with a stern expression. ”What’s your deal, kid?” I become more disgruntled as the moments pass by and I won’t just sit there if he decides to do something crazy toward the poor female.
kaliska

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