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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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holding on to what we used to be
a d d i c t e d • t o • a • m e m o r y

I had been wandering the crags all night, taking in the vast array of terrain the likes of which I hadn't seen before, all set to a radiant Moon watching overhead; with Her there I felt safe. Rivers carved their way through the stone and made some of the rocks rather slick and I had at least one close call while peering over a ledge to better glimpse a waterfall. I left Quixote behind tonight so I was free to take my time and explore at my own pace. He would certainly like it here, but I can't help but feel my brother's constant need to move as a hindrance lately. We're surrounded by others who greet us with open arms but still he wanders. I'm not opposed to the gypsy lifestyle, I just want somewhere to call "home" again…

A sudden cascade of sound echoes down the corridor startling me, putting my hairs on end. I should be safe, right? Even without my brother here to protect me, the Moon is still watching over me. The building tension in me manifests in a dizzying blur of uncertainty. I desperately hunt for the source of the sound to ease my mind but stealth is hardly my strong suite between my bright coat, brilliant silver eyes, and plodding steps would be my downfall if I had to hide. I find the source of the disturbance and immediately wish I hadn't. My blood runs cold at the sight of two truly massive wolves both easily towering over me, one sleek and lean the other bulky and muscular. If it weren't for the light of the Moon showing off their myriad shades of browns, blacks, and reds - they are perfectly predatory and awe inspiring. I find myself frozen, unable to move and unable to look away. Brother-!


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