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 Can't Hear You, I Don't Fear You
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I am very intent on my own musings and the items I am chewing, which probably explains why I miss his approach. Something alerts me to his presence eventually, whether it is the eeling of eyes looking at me, or a disturbance of the air, or my eyes catching the motion. I steady myself to not jump, blinking rapidly instead, missing some of the words he must be saying. I make out the last word as "lost"... unless he is talking about moss, for a reason I cannot comprehend. Lost was not exactly the word I would use for this foray. I had chosen to leave. "Huh? No." I answer in my most adult tone, probably only slightly more than a hoarse whisper and badly pronounced, considering my lack of recent practice.

Mostly I am annoyed at the unexpected company, but thankful he looks more friendly than hungry, given his low position and that he is trying to communicate rather than stalk or attack. "Who're you?" I say in a half-growl, half-yip. The pieces of stick are laying between my large feet, no longer being chewed but not yet forgotten. I eye his larger form, not particularly confident I could take him, even if I wanted to. There are set backs to being a pup.

female|0|none|no one|no home



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