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...

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Posted on October 16, 2017 at 11:28:08 AM by POSSUM!

POSSUM

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

His dual-toned eyes had begun to slip closed, body growing warm and heavy as the onset of slumber approached. It was significantly startling, then, when the male appeared like a ghost in the entrance of his den. Possum snapped away, a low growl rising from his chest as he scrambled backwards into the darkness, the bed he had made for himself bunching beneath his paws. The voice that emanated from the older male was a veiled threat, even if the words themselves did not seem harmless. Paranoia lit his brain on fire. He had been told stories of the dangers outside of Diveen's borders, but he hadn't truly believed in them. Possum pressed against the back wall of the alcove, the wet rock slick and cold against his fur.

"Not gonna wait for a invitation?" He spat as the older male stepped inside, and as the words passed his lips he almost wanted to bite off his own tongue. Was he secretly suicidal or something? Despite the annoyed harshness of his boyish tones, Possum was pressed as tightly as he could against the wall, the whites of his eyes showing in fear. His tail quivered, but he remained staunch in his expression, at least-- aggravated. The male was larger, better-fed, and more muscled, but likely not much bigger than Possum would grow to be. It made him feel a bit better that the shadow in his den was not some hulking beast who could snap his neck with a single tooth. With cunning, it was a fight he could win. Probably.

Possum bared his snaggled teeth at the male as he stared down upon him, but there was a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "I don't need a pack. I u'th'ed to live in one, but I left." His eyes narrowed slightly as he spoke, looking down in anger at his upbringing. He never wanted to return there, even if he was starving and cold and alone-- it was better than being a spectacle. He doubted anyone even missed him. "Why do you care?"

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