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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The fire that had been in her blood had been soothed, cooled by his presence. If Onias, her Omen, had torn through the veil of the world then this male, she thought, had simply become part of that veil. Neither here nor there, but not the same here or there as the Omen. Opposites; life, death, magic, nature, balance. Ah, balance. Simply uttering the word within her mind made her heart slow to a steady thud, her toes flex. The red moon had truly brought about chance and now, she thought, she had begun to reap its rewards.

When he spoke, her attention was solely upon him; she drank in every word, grinned his grin, breathed a mm of agreement and amusement. Some would die and would rest and others would run wild, and some would come back, stay, or move about all forms of death. She wondered if he'd truly rest or he, like so many others, would come back to watch the land of the living.

With that, she moved to rest her head atop her paws. While he watched up at the sky and embraced the world around them, she stared up at him in awe, fascinated by having met somebody so close to the edge and yet so unafraid of what might wait for him after that final step. "You're dying," she said with a tone that might suggest it was simply small-talk, an observation as plain as oh, you're here! "Ah, but I suspect you know. No, you're insides aren't rotting, no, no. Rather, were you born that way? Mmm, I wonder. Smells new, smells old. What are you?" Her words were pressured, forced from within her by a sudden fluttering of her heart once more; she bit down to stop them, but her lips had lifted into a grin, sympathetic despite the intense curiosity of her hungry eyes. It was difficult for her, at times, to hold back the water of her mind. Too many voices, too much silence, but always something wanting to be said or known. She twitched. Her head jerked slightly before her deadened ear folded back once more and she shook her head as if dislodging something from it. No, not now. She wanted to speak to him, listen to him. They could wait, they had forever. He did not.

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