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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He had been back for a while, but he had yet to find out where he should go from here. A lot of his time back had been collecting information and taking time to scout out pack borders. So much had changed since he left with so much of his family to the lands outside of Moladion. He and his sister traveled what felt like forever together, until one day it hit him. He needed to go back. He bid the family that continued traveling farewell and becan to make the long trek back to the place he never left. He had worried for his daughters, the situation when he left had been tenuous at best… Aranck had just taken over, killing Aithne and Undyne was still loyally there protecting her sister and Aithne’s son. They were teens though… young, but capable nonetheless and he and Avery taught them all they could to survive, and they certainly took the best from both sides of the family. Now though, he was left confused.

Many back border scents had changed. Asteraia and Iromar seemed to have experienced changes while Taviora and Glorall seemed to still be under the same rules, Ark hadn’t yet ventured towards Diveen just yet, but in passing he thought it smelled familiar. He needed information, so he began digging, running into a Tavioran wolf, who was actually his nephew proved to be… interesting. The young wolf called Tepiltzin filled him in on all the recent changes. That Aranck had been taken down by a wolfess named Pine, and that she recently herself had been usurped. That Aster and Halcyon had taken over Asteraia, but recently that pack too changed paws, not once, but twice and quickly. Moladion was unsteady, shaky… Orion, to his informant’s knowledge seemed to still be ruled by Orion. Ark wasn’t even sure where to begin looking for his daughters then if so many changes had happened since his leave.

So, he had headed off to Diveen then. He hadn’t been quiet about their nobel and proud Angel heritage, surely if they had no where else to go they would head there right? Else if Aster and Halcyon still lived in Asteraia he would have checked the plains. So that’s where he would start, but he had to find them… even if he had to check every pack in Moladion he would. What he didn’t expect though on his journey towards Diveen was to run into a scent he didn’t expect to ever smell again. It couldn’t be? Could it? He felt a little anxious, but he was confident in his abilities. No, it could only be her… Avery. While Ark wouldn’t call them lovers, there was something there, a fondness if nothing else or respect due to skills and then of course their bond through daughters now.

He jogged along as smooth and silent as silk along the scent trail and soon he found the woman drinking at the bottom of a small area. ”Never thought I would see you again, not that its a bad thing.” Ark grinned, looking more beautiful than handsome as he always did. The scar across the nose given by his sister rolling up slightly while his light blue eyes gleamed a tad mischievously. Still though, this might be his lead, surely if she has been here, she knew where their daughters were. ”How have you been, Avery? The girls? They with you too?” For if nothing else they would have flocked to their mother the moment they saw her, they loved her, even when she left them, just as he never doubted their love for him too. It lasted even over the distance.

Twelve Years - Son to Kane & Isola - Littermate to Calliel - Loner

No Love - Bound to No One - Father to Undyne and Azariah

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