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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GOD ISN'T DEAD... blackthorne

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Posted on September 25, 2017 at 01:11:39 PM by POSSUM!

POSSUM

...but I'll get that bastard some day!

He'd finally up and left. There was a tugging in his heart for the sister he'd left behind, but the boy couldn't stand knowing what he did and staying in Diveen. He wasn't wanted there, and his adoptive parents had enough children he was sure that he wouldn't be missed. Not like he had ever been involved with them much, anyway. Possum knew he'd just been thrust on them after the death of his father and he figured that he would just make it easy and get lost. Now he was alone, out in the world which seemed far too big and scary for someone of his age. His coat was ratty and ragged, ribs beginning to peak through his fur and yet he felt far more content than he ever had in the canyons.

Possum had made a sort of temporary densite in a small cave nestled in the crags, beneath an overhanging rock with a little alcove that protected him from the winds and the spring rain. There were a few small pelts from rabbits and other small prey he had managed to catch; it wasn't comfortable, but it was his. It gave him, at the very least, a small sense of pride that he had done something that was solely for himself. Sacrifice wasn't in his nature and he'd put up with the hushed whispers and pointed stares for too long, trying to cling onto something that had never been there in the first place. One day he would see Pascal again, maybe she would even join him, but for now... he was okay with being on his own.

The rain was coming down in droves, the sky an angry mix of grey-- he peered out from his den with his pale, mismatched eyes and watched. It certainly was boring but there was little he could do, saturating his pelt would only serve to make him shiver through the night with only a few small pelts to keep him warm and no extra body heat to warm the den. He curled up further, resting his head on his paws, and waited... for what exactly, he didn't know.

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