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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He didn’t care if the other was an ass, or mutated, whatever the fuck was going on. To be honest, Berwyn never flinched at another’s faults. He had grown up with his own so knowing how much it pissed him of he was less inclined to let it bug anyone. Berwyn was not a fighter, not really. But he was not to be bullied. Nah, he was done with letting himself be pushed around for his deformity. The male moved closer to him, and Berwyn fought back the snarl bubbling up in his chest. He was not going to be pushed around like a mere mutt. No. And calling him a dog? Seriously?

He felt the muscles start to tense up, his hackles rising ever so slightly as the male moved closer. His voice ringing out and then the thing dared to try to take possession of his food. A bubbling snarl rose, his lips curling, he growled low in his throat, his muzzle reaching out and snapping towards the face of the other. His lithe legs reached out, paws digging onto the fish and snatching it away from the other. “Just because you look like Frankenstein, does not give you a damn right to touch my food, mutt.” his lips stayed curled, his teeth barred as he turned his head from the other, reaching down to grab the fish, and he moved through the water. Cleansing the fish of the scent of the other, he moved to the other side of the bank. “how about you go live your own miserable life and leave me the hell alone.

He’d never been the one to be rude or the like, but goddamn this guy would just not give up. And to be honest, he was seriously done with him already.





BERWYN

anemone x nathaniel. male. five. roamer. flop-tipped ear. 34in, 127lb.




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