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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please, tell me true; open

Today, it seems, I am bound to the pathway that leads to a many tiered falls. It is lovely, though a little loud. My heart seems to beat in time to the undercurrent in the sounds, my ears twitching as I stand like a speck on the cusp of Ruieze fields, the crater, and the craggy world that spans to the south of those. Cascades are beautiful when it is so cold and it feels like little nips on my nose as the splashes hit it, or splatter up my legs from the rocks on which I stand.

I cannot say what keeps me in the wilds, really. I might claim that it is to see the sights, to evade capture into the humdrum of pack life, or maybe even whisper something about how wild and free I feel like this… but I would be telling a little white lie for each one. Beneath those, my soul knows it has not felt the last of the byways and highways and it will not rest until it has accomplished that.

My blue-green eyes, something I have had the pleasure of seeing in waters and ice and even desert glass after a firestorm lapped up the last of the oasis I had taken refuge in before making it here, scan up the rocks and spy out the various rainbows that are there to be admired.

It reminded me of the many colorations in eye and coat here, in how there were some with almost six colors in one eye, even. It soothes me, thinking of this place as a kind of meetingplace that all can find something of themselves in. A place of unrealized harmony amidst what sounds like war brewing, if the howls from the various packs are to be believed. It seems there is a great deal I cannot know and that makes this little slice of heaven a unique getaway from the turmoil and the fear of the future.

I do not sit, it is too chilled on this rock for that to be comfortable, but I sigh as I close my eyes and let the updraft pull at my fur as if to draw it further beneath the falls and the spray. It is peaceful here.

the little lass of nowhere
female | 4 years | 23 inches | 63 pounds | no mate | no imprint


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