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 cold is nothing against her. She was born in such conditions when the cold fell below the range of freezing often and the snow turned to ice beneath her claws. She relishes it, turning her tapered muzzle into the frigid breeze and closing her eyes. The chill burns through her nose and shocks her lungs but there is no displeasure in her yellow eyes when they open. A howl rises and she looks to the east, ears pricked, before throwing back her head and letting loose a lovely song of her own. The star are bright in the sky and just as cold as the world. The snow crunches beneath her paws as she rises from her prone position, willowy legs making her stand tall and sleek. She is at once the sky and stars and snow, her body white from paws up with the exception of the sienna and black and gray that pepper along the top of her maw and between her eyes. Or the black with white throughout that drapes along her back like a cape of stars.

She moved with a fluid grace of one assured in her own power. Despite the fights she has been in, Arace does not doubt her own abilities. She needs only to hone her temperament to a more patient variety. The snow turns slick beneath her as she runs and her claws splay out, grappling for purchase, successfully dodged an attempt to topple her. Her tail lifts as she scents the air, angling her figure towards the pair of wolves she spies in the distance. The male sits among the stars, the source of the call, and the female shivers beneath them while uttering some nonsensical words about warmth. Analytical eyes cast over her - she is small, both of the strangers are, and not adept at keeping winter at bay. "If it is warmth you seek," Arace speaks, her voice as clear as wind chimes and feminine. "You probably should not be out here."

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