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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aren't you tired of all of the violence inside of you?
son of ava and covet, son of nowhere, guardian of no one

The crags had never been a spot of favor for him; they were unpredictable and slowed his progress even though he knew them to be the most likely place for the woman, Pariah, to be hidden away. Perhaps it was for that reason that he still chanced the rocky maze despite the trouble it caused...yet, he'd likely never admit it to himself. His time alone in the wild lands had given him new perspectives but not all of them had proved to be good. Instead, it could be argued he had just grown a little angrier, really. Hell, somebody had even tried to steal his food - how unfair did others want to make the lives of those around them anyway? But at least he could leave that all behind him - he hadn't been able to do that beneath the banner of a pack.

But the lack of a place to call home had left him in the unknown too. He had been too absorbed in merely surviving - and navigating the nooks and pitfalls of the crags with his gnarled and missing leg - that he had not noticed the sudden darkening of the sky nor the howling of the wind as it barreled down the maze of stone. Ah, no, he had not and so, he had been at the mercy of the storm as he scrambled for shelter beneath rocks that he could only think to describe as pathetic. The snow had been fast to build up and he had been hopeless to do anything but watch as it ate up his escape and left in its wake a wall of white.

But eventually he had been able to hear footsteps - odd ones but wolf ones nonetheless. Light filtered through several holes in the snowy fall, chunks missing where he had been able to dislodge some of the snow (ah, the curse of a missing hind leg meant his balance while digging had proven to be atrocious). Still, it was enough for him to peer out of and catch the form of another wolf approaching - and enough hope for him to call out with a bark. "Hey you! I don't suppose you're a kind stranger passing by in search of somebody to help?" There was almost a jest in his voice, the undertow of a laugh despite his obvious frustration at his lack of freedom. In any case, he made another attempt to scratch at the blanket of snow before he felt his balance give out.

dante



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