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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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All Hallowed

are the dead really silent?

The sounds shifted from an echoing music to a whispering chorus. Slow moving but shallow water flowed around my paws, the obstruction changing the tune just so slightly. My blazing eyes watch as the ripples change and shift over the rocks, taking an entirely different path than that which they had originally been set. I watch still as still further down the way the water returns to its course, forever in a different position though it still steps back in line. I lower my masked face to the clear liquid, quenching a thirst and forever stealing something away from its destiny. There are paths that are never to be traveled.

Others I follow if only to know where they end. The scent of the forest and earth clashed heavily with that of the stones of the crags. It was a scent of life amongst the stark cold of nothing. I moved through the shadows of the crags, allowing the waters to resume its constant travel. The clicks of my paws sound against the stones, I know my body stands out against the dark around me. Creams and silvers shine bright in the dark, even when light is limited and the size of my body make it impossible even when I truly do not want to be found.

The path leads me, growing stronger with every step. My eyes see the filled hollow before my nose alerts me that this is the change in my travel. Looking over the wolf before me, I take in the curiosities between him and me. His ears were flat against his skull. A sign of sadness, anger, aggression, or confusion. Around him seems content and calm. Wind shifts, bringing with it the whispers of voices unheard, singing their own songs to me. This creature of the earth and pack in front of me is closed from the world around us. Body and spirit tucked into a hole in the ground. I take a step back, my body going down to the ground. My tail sways once in the air, the only indication of peace. My eyes look out from my white mask, the fire dancing in their orange and black depths. Silently I intice this wandering soul back into the world with me. The earth is not ready to claim him in the hole he has found himself in.

lord; 4 falls; 41in/190lbs; fatelessXheartless; wandering ghost
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