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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You ask where will we stand in the winds that will howl,
as all we see will slip into the cloud

At first, Viserion felt a twinge of guilt when Yuki flinched at his bark. But he could not help smiling at the way she tipped her head back in such a manner to get a look at where the noise that had startled her had come from. He would be remiss to ignore the sweet expression on her face when she realized who approached, and his maw parted slightly in a wolfish grin as he approached. The embarrassment she felt was so unnecessary, for Viserion had found her endearing rather than laughable. His tail waved back and forth, pleased that she was welcoming of his company. As she moved slightly to the side in an invitation for him to join her, he settled beside her as his maw drew closed once more. Still, his expression remained amicable and honest.

There was a warm flutter of pleasure within his stomach when she greeted him by name, glad to know she had not forgotten his name amongst the many others she had surely met that day two springs prior. He, like any wolf born to a well known family, was susceptible to the self doubts of being the one member of the lineage who would be forgettable. And yet he was intelligent, one who did not necessarily crave the spotlight that sometimes came with being associated with wolves of power. He was not one who thrived on attention, instead desiring only to be known to those who recognized him for who he was at the core of his mind, for his mind was his strongest attribute. From a young age he had always been observant and perceptive of others, often the mediator of situations that arose between his two more boisterous brothers. And it was that perceptiveness that allowed him to see the meaning behind her words as Yuki spoke of the business of the world around them, for he too felt and recognized the electric current in the air of Moladion that had nothing to do with the approaching storm.

A nod was given, and an accompanying smile that acknowledged her words - those spoken and left unspoken. "It has, at that," he said in agreement to the sentiment that it had been too long since they had last seen one another. A chuckle arose in his throat, and he glanced out at the storm that seemed to rumble in unison with his amusement before he looked back to Yuki once more. "Things are good; it is nice to be home again. But a year of traveling has given me a...newfound appreciation for the vastness of Moladion." He paused, and the energy of the storm that drew ever closer seemed to send a current into the atmosphere. It made the fur along his spine prickle, but not in an altogether unpleasant way.

As Yuki spoke of the storm, reimagining it as more than just clouds of rain encroaching on the coasts of Moladion, Viserion looked out at them once more. He was a child of wisdom and education, his intelligent mind quick to see the realism in a situation, but in Yuki's company he found his imagination unleashed. "Perhaps the wolves of the great beyond are on the hunt," he mused with a grin. His mother had spoken of their ancestors and where they lingered in the stars beyond the reach of mortal wolves. Despite his natural pragmatism, Viserion dreamed of lands where someday he might one day meet the great wolves of his ancestry. But for now, there was simply the dreamy company of Yuki and the storm that rolled closer with each passing moment.

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