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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* all we see or seem

"All that we see or seem, is but a dream within a dream."

I learn new things sometimes. Like how I didn't know I needed this but now that I let it loose, that I screamed out the rage and fear and hurt inside of me and I let this male comfort me, how I had needed this. A shoulder to lean upon, an ear to listen, the kindness of a stranger to help me understand what I couldn't. Carnifex was gone. The grief would fade in time. I had seen it on the faces of others, had watched from a distance with a curious disregard. It is only fortune that I have found a wolf who does not do the same to me as I did to those, turning my back on them, offering nothing but my disappearance. I was ashamed to think that never in my life had I really done any good to anyone. Only for my own selfish need. I didn't really know too much about my own parents. Mother had been eaten by an alligator when she had went to save Taji. Taji had been nothing but trouble in life, I thought, getting our mother killed and stealing away a few happy moments from me and my past lover. I was glad she was gone and her blasted child too.

Exodus is not a weak looking wolf. He is much larger than me but he has a sort of calm sense of purpose about him. At least, to me he does. I do not know that he has lost his own sort of crush, only that he comforts me in my time of pain, and for that I don't really want to part with him. I am just not sure what to do. I have never been in such a situation before. Everything that had begun between me and Carnifex had started as games, toying at seduction, threats, anger and rage, and then desperation and love. We were a match made in hell really, when I thought about it. I fought with him and he stolidly ignored me at times which infuriated me more. I didn't think Exodus was the kind to ignore problems, judging by the way he touches me. His warmth had infused me and I wanted to curl myself at his chest for a few more moments so that I could rest without fear of some wolf-eating creature invading the too-large den I had left in the grotto. I should have taken Myrria back to that fox bolt hole I had found a few years past but likely it has been caved in by now.

His smirk is reassuring. I like confidence and amusement and he offers both, so much so that I smirk back at him, feeling myself for a moment. I chuckle at his jest. "Interesting days you must have," I say flippantly before noting the time of day and my unease returns. I need to return to her, I need to fill my belly and hers, and I need to get ready for nightfall. I hated the dark now. It was hard to sleep when the chill of night set in. I had nestled us in a crook in the grotto for better warmth but I feared one day I would wake and she would have died, or maybe I would. I don't know at this point.

I gape in surprise at his offer, cocking my head to the side. "You would hunt for me? But why, you hardly know me?" My words are of shock and a bit of suspicion and confusion. No one would offer aid to a lone female and her pup. I wouldn't be surprised if some male came traipsing into my den and killed Myrria just because she was alone - the idea does not sit well with me. "I... I will help you," I say because I feel wrong to ask him to do this for me even if the idea is pleasing. I glance off and back at him, unsure where to go, my body too thin now and unable to guide me as it once did. For now I will let him guide us, I will trust in this stranger, and perhaps he will be my saving grace. "I crave only food, anything," I say, ears flicking back in slight embarrassment at my words, for it is clear that I have not eaten well in a while, as eager as I am for any warm meat.

seven - homeless - heartless - soulless
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