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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Technically, the glass is always full
From the depths of that inky pool - if the fish who escaped was peering up and out at the alien world which nearly abducted her - she would have seen a smeared, distorted silhouette of her predator against a venom pink sky. Frito, sitting back on his haunches, had thrown his empty jaws to the dawn sky. With the fringe of his black lips parted in an "o," he released a cry so mournful that even the spring time tweety birds and their perpetual twittering happiness were frozen with chills. As he announced to the world the gravity of his loss, his hackles sank in grief. His soft, fuzzy white ears laid back against his skull which momentarily emptied all other thoughts to make room for the tidal wave of anguish.

When every last aching bit of air was emptied from his lungs, he fell to the cool, wet stone. He stared at everything and at nothing as he replayed the capture, the struggle, and the escape over and over again in his torment ridden mind. That fish... The one that got away... The one that would forever haunt his memories... He was torn from his self pity by a cautious but familiar voice, but he did not flinch. He laid petrified - as one with his rocky grave. The only evidence that he was still alive was the gentle, rhythmic pulsing of his chest. He could have died there, and one day hopefully he would, but today was not that day.

He drew in one last breath, and let his heartache float away as he exhaled. He rolled his eyes up to find Dragonfly nearly hovering over him now. He sighed, "Just bruised," and then with painstaking effort drew himself to his feet. His soaking wet fur left a puddle beneath him, but he didn't want to shake and get Dragonfly all wet. So, he rolled his shoulder a few times and grimaced slightly. It would just be a little sore. He managed a half-smile as he continued, "Hi, Dragonfly." There was friendly affection in both his voice and his golden eyes. Still, the best fish of his life had just eluded him. He stood before the beautiful white wolf with sad, wide eyes and the fortitude of a wet cat.
frito - played by lucky - hover over paw for color ref → ⋺


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