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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Blackfootmale 10 years 36 inches 145 pounds no mate no imprint loner


What could he say, he was growing road-weary. At first it had been his own doing, but lately not as much. Aranck was evil, had stolen Aithne from him, that beautiful alpha who took names and gave no cares for the opinions others might have of her decisions. She was wondrous and confident and had given him not only a hope, but a purpose, when Taviora bid him explore her lands.

Now he has nowhere other than passing by packs and training intermittently the younger generations. Sirius was one such student, but he had also trained a lovely youth named Feather who was taking tutelage from her sister Samia. It was rare to find students, but especially rare to find them while on the walkabout that he happened to be on.

Today, though, he is bedded along the cusp of Asteraia. He had managed to avoid the dangers of the night yet again-- but who knows whether he would or wouldn’t be able to survive another night like that. Another night with massive bears and savage cats haunting his every step.

He would find his next den, now, on his road to nowhere. He rises from the earth, out of the dirt den he had commandeered from an unfortunate badger he now had skinned and needed to travel south to salt in the ocean. Perhaps with this he could continue his collection.

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