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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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do not go gentle into that good night

The smaller boy - if only due to his lack of nutrition - scurries back amid growling and posturing but really, Thorne knows he could have darted in quick enough to snap his neck. If that had been his plan. The male spits at him in revulsion which makes the tip of his fang appear, amusement on his face. "I did not realize yours was a closed den. Perhaps put a sign or a marking, or better yet, a trap, if you do not wish to have visitors." There is malice in his voice along with laughter as he eyes the other. His markings are incredibly UGLY, really, and his snaggle teeth would win no beauty awards. Pity for him - good looks could be used to your advantage. Thorne supposes bad ones could be too.

"At any rate, I don't see you demanding I leave, so I think I'll stay right here until I'm quite finished." Finished with what, Possum would have to figure out. He could see the fear in the eyes of Possum yet he did not back down... then again, how could he when he was plastered against the wall. It makes Thorne chuckle suddenly, quite amused with the situation rather than aggravated. At least Possum did not flinch in his bravado, although the expression on Thorne's face falls to something like horror or derision or both when his lisp is revealed, his eyes pinned on the snaggled teeth that appear.

"I almost wish to knock out those hideous teeth rather than see them again," he says abruptly, quite rude but then his eyes flash back up to Possum's and a wicked grin starts there. "However, I have other plans that need to be done. Pack life isn't for you. I know the feeling." No doubt Possum could smell Glorall upon him and was likely confused what the fuck he meant. "I don't care. I simply am here to extend an invitation of sorts. You have managed to survive this long so I think you are more of a fighter than you look. At least your teeth could do most of the fighting for you." He snickers then, almost boyish for once. "Is it pack life that does not suit you or the pack you were in? What would you think of a group of fighters? You would be obediant and loyal to me but I would not censure you. Much."

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