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 falls against her as she comes, burying his red-marked face into the inky darkness of her chest until his own blackened fur blends with that of his Mother. He loves her, he does, passionately so even if he is often rarely given to show it. He is a quiet boy for the most part, his emotions kept within himself and perhaps in that regard he takes after his sire. Yet, for all his shortcomings he admires Elijah and adores Stella, forever seeking to have the place nearest her own when they sleep at night, even if their youngest brother seems to have taken such a position for himself, Ilias often given to crawl against her chest until his lanky limbs tangle with her forelegs and he sleeps in the contentment of her embrace. He is not weak or feeble or afraid he simply likes the closeness of her, on occasion content to rest against Elijahs side in that same manner. What Ilias does not say with words he offers with actions perhaps. He is, at his core…..a loving child and yet one whom seems doomed to be forever misunderstood. His young, gangly body shakes with the effort of the cries he struggles to hold back. It would be weak of him, after all, to cry to his Mother like pup still at teat and yet he is confused, upset and all manner of other things he cannot understand. He had done nothing to his siblings, had never brought them harm and yet his torn flesh and bleeding wounds are testament to the fact that to he they do not offer the same respect and he does not know why- not truly.

He does not answer her when she asks if he is hurt, her gaze surely have found the wounds on him already as he follows her within the den and allows her to curl herself about him and for the barest of moments he is pleased to have her all to himself, his mother, Stella- the one he loves the most even if she has been odd of late, different…confused. He pays it no mind, for surely it does not matter to him. He is different too and perhaps she is simply like him. He does not question that as he lays himself against her, pressing closer and closer still until he feels safe at last in the confines of her hold and her tongue works to run the blood from his black pelt and smoky underside- teal eyes peering up towards her. Her tone holds an anger, an agitation and for a moment he believes it is at himself she is mad, ears folded back submissively before the implication of her words become clear. His own however, do not come so quickly, his left front paw having begun to spasm in a fashion, twitching violently over and over in response to the turmoil that rages inside of him. Change. Change has forever been his weakness in a fashion, any significant shifting of the world around him seeming to result in a wave of uncontrollable gestures or sounds that last anywhere from minutes to hours. This most recent turmoil seeming to have resulted in this uncontrollable action of his foot. Though Ilias himself does not seem to notice at all.

“They were angry at me.”

It is little more than a muted whisper, as if he himself is ashamed of the actions. Do they hate him so very much that he somehow deserves what had been dealt to him? Perhaps he is as weak as they say…..yet…..yet he had fought them off, both of them. Maybe he was stronger. His mind remained couded, foggy, the boy innocent still in regards to some things as his gaze lifts to his mother once more and her touch soothes the sting in his pelt.

“I….made them angry because sometimes I do things……the things…you know….I don’t mean to but they happen and Kairos. No- they both did it, Kairos and Zagen made me go to a cave and they said we were going to play a game but we didn’t play a game and I told them to stop but they didn’t. They think I am…..too weak to be in this family and they had to get rid of me.”

His bottom lip trembles again, in as much as a wolfs truly can, threatening to bubble over into whimpering cries once more as his gaze rests still on her own, that desperate little child- seeking his Mothers assurance perhaps- that his existence still held meaning…..even if only to her and Elijah.


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Elijah x Stella




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