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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The pups had been growing. Aranck watched from a distance. Every day he had done as he promised. He brought Malleah food and ensured they were at least alive. Every day he saw them, his lips curled. His attention was drawn to the boy. The runt. The creature that had taken on his appearance and whose blood would surely bleed his lineage. He was to be the debt he would pay.

His visits had been frequent, his study of his mateís movements meticulous. No one could remain in the den for too long. So he waited and watched. When at last she left he struck. Reaching into the hole he finally grabbed the body of his small son and took him from the sheltering home. Looking down at his daughter, he bared his teeth threateningly at her, accenting his action with a growl. Nothing more, he turned and left, Zharko hanging, whimpering softly in his jaws.

Taking his sweet time, the male moved from the land of Diveen. Malleah would not dare challenge him. She would yell at him until his ears bled, but any attack would have been met fully. He needed to pay a debt before the contract came back to him. The pound of flesh in his teeth was enough. As he made his way to the crags, the pup in his jaws ceased its struggling, knowing if he fought too hard his life would be forfeit anyway.

Once in the sheltered seclusion of the crags Aranck dropped his son uncaringly on the ground. One large paw placed on the boyís small body preventing the pup from moving, escaping, and almost breathing. Silver head lifted as did his voice to call to the hunters who had once cornered him here. Looking down at the runt, Aranckís lip curled in disgust. Snorting, he bent his head and snapped his jaws on his sonís paws.

The pup screamed in pain. His tiny paw torn by his fatherís fangs. The grown male turned on his own paws, his payment given and left, his duty done. The hunters could do with the whelp what they wished. Curing into a ball, Zharko whimpered over his ripped and bleeding paw. Soft whines echoed off the rocks. Either calling for safety or for an end, either way he knew he just wanted this to end. Maybe his death would allow his sister to live.
ARANCK
....far far from the sky.


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