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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There was a tilt to his head as he watched the movements of the other male, dark-pelted, though his fur was streaked with red. Orange eyes met those of bloody garnet and Onias, initially, was intrigued by the stranger that stood before him. He could tell that this was not one to make a thrall of, no, the man before him was no mindless follower. But followers could be mindful, and that was simply a game of cat and mouse. His tongue swiped over his lips as he watched, a languid sort of motion that hinted at some sort of inner machination of dubious intent. He was silent, though, until the other should speak-- he'd not turned and walked away, which was something, at the very least. The mimic was helpful, but provided little in the way of communication. Perhaps what he needed was a friend.

That was, of course, if his manipulative nature could even allow such a thing. His ears flicked forward to catch the question, seemingly simple, but laced with undertones of many other questions that remained unanswered but begged to be. Onias flashed the other male a grin-- wicked, toothy, but oddly charismatic. He'd always been something of an affable man when it came down to it. "Now, that is the question, isn't it?" He settled down onto his hindquarters, tail swishing lazily over the stone of the crags. "Who I am is a complicated and lengthy story that I am sure you would rather not hear. My name, however-- Onias." He gave another grin and a shrug of his shoulders, his scarred ears giving another twitch.

Perhaps it was a bit forward of him to assume that this other wolf would think of things in such a way. But he had not asked for a name nor a home, and the question was not interrogative as if the male had lived here once and sought to claim his home once again. Onias tilted his head. "I, however, ask the same of you, stranger... who are you?"

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