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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Don't Kill, and Don't Be Killed... [Shem]
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He had snuck out again. Put himself out in the free lands and this time he went farther than last time. He couldn’t do this in the pack, surely they would know. His parents and hunters got him to learn how to hunt and it was exciting. He knew something was wrong with him. The day he felt angry that Moteuh was gone, wanted the monster that killed her dead there was something wrong with him. He wasn’t sure about anything anymore, the only thing he found out was he enjoyed hunting a lot. Overkill was a thing, killing more than he needed generally was acceptable right? He walked around giving gifts to his mother, a rabbit here, something there. He didn’t eat it all himself, he just enjoyed taking it out on… something. Snow had made it more difficult for him. He was short, thicker, not really zippy at all but being so young, small sometimes he could weasel his way down into those burrows. He didn't think either of his parents would like it but he did. They liked his gifts too. The wolves he offered the spare ‘food’ he had caught. He was still sweet little Asriel to most, even nicer now that he learned to hunt and provide.

Right now he was letting his ears twitch, listen for the sound of voles around the rocks. He was trying to find one, end it and pull it from the snow. He watched foxes do this, coyotes too. Now he was trying. He wanted to get a hold of something, anything he could and right now with this snow it was seeming the best way for him to get something. He thought he could hear the scratching beneath the surface so he mirrored those other canines then, bouncing up and crashing down. Missing. His copper eyes narrowed, the sound had stilled but then he heard it again.

Once more he launched himself up and down, this time sinking way down into the snow, further than he thought there was under him. His paws and maw snapped finally grabbing at something though he very quickly realized he was… well stuck. His back legs were caught up in the air kicking around as he tried to scrabble and scrape his paws under him only seeming to put him deeper into this mess. Well this wasn’t what he wanted. He felt the vole in his mouth squirm and squeal but he wasn’t letting go, not yet he needed it, he wanted it… he couldn’t just let it get away.

asriel
maybe with what little power you have
you can SAVE something else
taviora - loveless - soulless - eden x zeltzin
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