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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parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme

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

He is distracted from an especially useful mushroom when a voice calls out to him and he snaps around, a little surprised anyone talked to him at all. He is hardly a young wolf now and almost no one was left who knew him, not really anyway. The … young poof of a wolf that he saw, big paws and all, did not seem to mind that fact, though. She, he determines by voice, is less than graceful - but no less charming in how plain and blunt she speaks.

It is still startling enough that his eyebrows rise, tugging at the cheekbone black mark across his face horizontally. “And ‘hello’ to you too, child.” The term was spoken with no hint of belittling her and with every intention of trying to return some familiarity in kind with what was perhaps the best pet name he could come up with on the spot. “Hi there, I am Azariah, you look like a traveler, do you travel? Why don't you make a stop by Iromar?”

Quite suddenly his hopeful expression turns crestfallen, head lowering just a little as he goes to nearly turn away, only stopping when there is a compliment paid to his lineage’s markings. “As your mane is marked equally as splendid… but I must decline the invitation, no matter how kind. My lady Aithne does not rule, does not live, and a pretender sits upon her throne. I fled from Iromar; I am sorry to disappoint such a eager youth.” He feels badly about turning his back now, but he had a heavy heart and could not look the female in the eye.

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