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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they'll never see another day
He was mid-lick when a single pebble was disturbed from above him, and as it clattered quietly down the embankment of stone and snow his venomous eyes turned upwards as he finished the sweep over his limb. From beneath hooded eyes he sees her, perched atop the rock as her eyes roved over him hungrily. Her yip draws his ears forward and his chin lifted slightly to get a better look at her before she leapt down from her pedestal to stand on even ground with him. Immediately his chin lowered once more and his eyes narrowed as she brazenly moved towards him. His hackles bristled and his ears fell back and to the sides in a threatening display. With a full stomach his hunger for her flesh was abated, but that did not make him any more of an amicable creature.

And yet she does not heed his warning, boldly encroaching upon his space and suddenly his lips peel back and a rumbling snarl lifts in his throat. His chest heaved off the ground and his forelimbs went rigid, holding him in this half raised position, though his hindquarters remained folded upon the ground as if he would simply return to grooming in a moment. His anterior and posterior seemed to speak completely different languages in this moment. Teeth snapped in the air, aimed in her general direction but seeking no flesh, followed closely by his tongue curling over those deadly exposed fangs. The bridge of his black marked face was wrinkled and the snarl continued to build.

When the tawny strange of her fur mingled with the pure white of his, he snapped his lethal daggers at her once more, this time intending to place a firm and piercing nip upon the point of her hip. And still, he remained half laying, seemingly unwilling to put in the true effort to drive off or take down this perceived annoyance. Though her wintry perfume began to permeate the air it was her reaction to his bite that would dictate how their interaction would proceed.

TEN - 42 IN/216 LBS - LONER
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