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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She had left. They all had. Coquette, Blackthorne, even her little brother. But Caesura was the first to go, she had left without a word and without a sound. It had taken a lot for her to simply disappear with her obsession of Thorne still going strong. But he had other females to keep him content and Caesura couldn’t be one of the many to share him. She wanted him all to herself and no one else in her way. It was all too much to see him with the others in their intimate ways.

Today she was back. Her dainty paws carried her ethereal form across the sullen wintry scene. Thick layers of snow slowed her movement but she didn’t mind. She could use the time to review her plan and adjust as necessary. Yes, just to make sure that it was all flawless in execution. ”Hmmm…” she mumbles as she continues to jog south, her heart pulling her to Iromar. ”Yes, yes… I will assess who of his harem is left. Who should go first… whooo…” she ponders aloud in a lilting tone. ”Ah, yes, the white one. The one that was his chosen. And then… yes, and then the gold one… with the dark face. But… who else?” she racks her brain for the images or names of any others who were so close to her dark prince. ”Ahhhh..” she grumbles as she shakes her head, unable to remember any more at this time.

”But I will find them…” she speaks softly to herself as her eyes lay upon the crags, the petite figure of a dark wolf catching her attention as they ascend the rocks. ”I will find them all,” she affirms before redirecting her course so that she now climbs the opposite side of the crags. Her longer strides carry her smoothly up the side of the rocks, nails gripping and raking to ensure that she does not slip. Her path takes her straight to the tiny stranger, intercepting their path as Caesura swings herself in front of them. ”Ah, a pretty little girl. Has the Darkbringer collected you too?” she hisses with a virulent look in her dark eyes.

She regards the stranger for a moment, noting from her scent that she is younger than expected, and her eye… how peculiar. ”Little moonchild… you should be too young for my dark prince anyway.” she scoffs as she tosses her head lightly. ”We are cut from the same thread, you and I. No?” she continues with a twinkle in her eye.

countess of the crescent moon
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