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
Frito whined and hopped up and down in place – barely able to contain his excitement – as he watched Dragonfly’s pointed little teeth sink into the shiny, speckled trout. The thrashing fish threw her head from side to side, but she reacted perfectly by taking it to drier ground and slamming it against the rocks. Her instincts were golden, and Frito couldn’t be more thrilled. There was absolutely nothing in this world that he enjoyed more than hunting… for fish!

A playful yelp, ”Atta girl, Fly,” accompanied his spastic approach. Like a wily puppy he threw himself to her side and gave her a congratulatory bump on the shoulder. From behind his noisy panting and lolling pink tongue was a wide, white smile. A tingling anticipation grew within him as he was also about to be privy to Dragonfly’s first taste of trout. Oh once that flaky, buttery taste hit her lips she would be hooked – literally! Frito then turned his attention from the fresh catch to Dragonfly. He tried to read her expression and body language. In a way, he relived his first catch through hers.

He was rapidly pulled from his reminiscing, however, by a whoosh of air and a sharp clack. He whirled around, only to see Dragonfly’s silvery trophy locked inside the talons of a retreating eagle. With wide eyes and a dropped jaw, he turned back to Dragonfly… then back to the flapping thief. As he screamed, ”NO! NO! NOOO!” he took off after the soaring bird. As he ran, he stared unblinkingly at the silver beacon and called back to Dragonfly, ”C’mon, Fly!” They would get that fish back. No matter what. He would climb a tree if he had to.
frito - played by lucky - hover over paw for color ref → ⋺


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