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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Dragonfly felt his depression seep over her when he gazed at her through droopy, puppy eyes - which may have been a figment of her imagination because of how soggy he looked with such soaked fur. The saddest image ever was a wet cat that didn’t want to be wet, and Frito resembled that image shockingly. Her heart withered slightly for his loss and she endeavor to lighten his mood.

Dragonfly tip toed to the edge of the pond to gaze down at the fish below. She whistled and teased him playfully, “Glad you're shoulder is alright and boy, have you got some skillz pulling that fish to shore,” She swiped her tail across the ground as she gaze back at him and then finished her statement, “But you might use a paw? I haven’t fished before, but I bet I could help you get that monstrosity.”

She stood taller and would have bumped his shoulder in encouragement if she wasn’t aware that it was sore, so she settled to entice play by waving her paw at him as if she were trying to bop him lightly.

“Whatda’ya say, angler?” Dragonfly yipped as she bowed with her tail in the air, tentatively swishing the appendage from side to side. It’d been months she’d had a buddy to rough house with and a year since she’d had anyone to hunt with. The thought of doing so wired her with enthusiasm. She was ready to take on a new challenge!





FEMALE \ 2 YEARS OLD \ 32 INCHES \ 150 POUNDS \ GYPSY \ NO MATE \ IMPRINT UNFOUND \ TOULOUSE

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