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 does not know who he is, not really. He thinks of many reasons for this, but also cannot seem to come to terms with it in the next breath. Reasons upon reasons, overthinking it till it dies in his head and heart.

It is silence that has ruled him since winter began and normally sensible people began being senselessly overcome with bodily scents and physical changes to their makeups. He wonders what could compel the intelligent to slough off their intellect for something so base, so unremarkable…

But then, he’s too young to fret over such things.

It is what he has seen of Eden that intrigues him most. Even if the wolf had secrets, there is precious little that offends either of them more than the frivolity that many would say is natural in this day and age. So serious, the two of them, and yet what is the big problem with that?

His long legs give him height, his muscles lean to his body and yet stronger than they appear to be initially. His two colored eyes shift to and fro. His ears eagerly soak in all the sounds. He does not know where he is headed or what he intends, but to be alone in his thoughts is enough for now to keep him from the itching need to wander elsewhere that drove so many outside Moladion.





male | 3 years | 40 inches | 163 pounds | nothing desired| nothing despaired | neophyte of glorall
a man of few words.



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