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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Over his years, he had become accustomed to others approaching wordlessly; wolves often said more with the way they moved than with their words. And so he gave her little in the way of acknowledgements initially, a single ear having turned back towards her as if to simply say I know you're there. She did not move with predatory ease and, in fact, he found it most particular that he could almost detect a falter in her step, not quite a limp but certainly something in the realms of abnormal. Then again, perhaps he had merely grown too apathetic to even consider that she came with ill intent, his mind having already long accepted his inevitable end. Did it really matter how one's life was ended when they were ready? He supposed it was only an issue when one did not have a choice to die, not the matter in which one actually died. Then again, he had a lot of thoughts lately. Few of them ever came to any conclusion. They drifted, roamed, danced through the sky, curled little breaths lost to winter.

When she shuffled down beside him, only then did he truly turn his face towards her. Few did that, after all. He shifted slightly, the points of his bones against stone though he had grown accustomed to the dull ache of it and so he merely sighed. Join them in their dance? His eyes moved back to the sky, green light raking across the sky like a river or snake. "Ah, I hope...I don't have to...do so much," he paused, his breath slow to draw in before he shrugged, "when the time...is here." He grinned at himself, his own jest amusing to him and apparently her. If he had a choice, he thought, he would certainly not spend his time in death dancing. He'd rather rest, perhaps dig deep under some world tree among the roots and worms.

He did not say much more than. Instead, he closed his eyes for some moments and allowed himself to feel the cool breeze as it creeped down to his skin; embraced the feeling of the cold stone beneath him, hard and unforgiving; listened to the far-off calls of bird and deer in the night. As beautiful as it all were, he did truly hope the world beyond was a quieter place.

sixteen year old wolf of nowhere, son of paldor and ruvindra
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