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.
i can hear your heart beating [open] IP: 18.104.22.168 Posted on March 11, 2016 at 01:13:31 AM by Myrria
Since the day my dark, mulberry-tinged eyes first opened to the world, I never had good depth perception. The multitude of lonely hours spent chasing bugs while awaiting my dear Motherís return quickly proved that. But now, staring over the rocky ledge, even I could tell it is a long way to the bottom. The wind pushes against me with a heavy hand, and I crouch close to the ground to still my spinning head. My heart pounds against my ribcage, palpitating loudly in my ears as adrenaline courses through my veins like electricity Ė I am utterly terrified, yet I feel so, so alive. Part of me wishes Mother were here, so I could beckon her to my side and we could experience this trepidating, exhilarating rush together. Of course, sheís not here, and if she were I doubt she would have let me so close to the edge to begin with Ė sheís probably frantic wondering where I am. I may have snuck out of the den, though I didnít intend to be gone this long. Iím not lost, per se, I just donít seem to be able to recall how to get back home yet. But I will! Eventually! Maybe! Anyway, itís not like anything is going to happen, Iím already two seasons old, practically an adult Ė I can take care of myself!
I swear, if anyone reads that and thinks ďfamous last words, little wolf!Ē I will bite you. Thatís not a threat, itís a guarantee.
I pant against the sensation of vertigo, wrenching my gaze from the depths to turn toward the sky. The sun should be descending, I think, though I have yet to master time-telling. Either way, my stomach gurgles and I canít help imagining Iím back home, wiggling in anticipation of whatever meal Exodus caught today. Mm, what I wouldnít do for a nice rabbit right now! I lick my lips, salivating at the phantom taste of fresh meat and warm, rich blood upon my tongue. I rock back onto my feet, backing away from the cliff before giving a good shake from head to tail. Itíll do me no good to just lay there and think about eating, I need to find my way home Ė or better yet, find my own snack to hunt down! Iíve never been allowed to tag along (not that I hadnít asked), however, it couldnít be too hard. Iím sure Iíll know what to do when I see something, Iím a wolf after all, it should be instinct! I am about to strike off when suddenly, I get the best idea anyone has ever thought: Iíll howl! Surely Mother would find me then, and sheíll take me home, and then Exodus will bring us food! Maybe if I give Mother the look sheíll even find it too adorable to get mad at me! Genius!
Without a second thought I settle my bum on the ground, draw in a deep breath, and loose the loudest, longest howl my little lungs could muster.