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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When all of your flaws [Inara]

The more time he spent within the bounds of Moladian, the more Dirk began to feel as though he might once again have a place to call home. Of course it was far too soon to tell where and when that would happen, but there was a glimmer of hope. The lands were beautiful and the wolves he 'd met thusfar had been, well they'd been typical of wolves. Varied and strange as only wolves could be. His mind drifted to the wee shadow in the fields and he resolved to make his way back there to check on her once more. It still bothered him that she was allowed to traipse about unattended in her state. Not every wolf she would cross paths with would be a honorable as he was.

Shaking his head and putting the little wisp of smoke from his mind, Dirk picked his way through the crags. It was a curious landscape that intrigued him. With the snow that had been falling steadily, it was a much different sight that greeted his bright eyes. The snow had softened the harsh angles of the stones and made everything look crisp and clean. His mouth curled upward at the corners as he trudged forward in the snow.

The snow was thick and heavy and nearly came up to his chest in some places; higher still where the wind had drifted it. A quick glance around to make sure that there was no one watching and the burl lad took off. With a gruff sound that might have been a yip, he flung himself into the nearest bank of snow, snorting as the cold enveloped him and he disappeared into the depths. A bit of wiggling and his head popped out of the bank, a generous mound of snow piled atop his head and covering the coarser hairs on his face, making his markings look more like a pale mask.

It had been ages since he'd played in the snow after a storm. Probably since he was a pup. There had been far too many serious things to see to after his second summer that play, aside from wrestling and play fighting, was frowned upon. With a toothy grin, Dirk shook his head, sending the snow flying only to disappear into the snowbank once more. dark, brindled tail was the only sign that he was still there, sticking out of the snow and wagging back and forth like a banner.

Five years old. My heart is my own. My soul is my own. I pledge my fealty to no one.


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