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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Morgan had been spotted. The stranger made no mistake in letting him know that - he'd barked out, and the sound had made Morgan bite down on his own teeth with a tch! of frustration. It wasn't often that the old wolf cursed himself for having liked so damn long but when he'd been too slow or too ignorant to not have noticed the other man in time, he definitely gave himself a scolding. He quickly evaluated his choices though he knew, really, he didn't have that many. It was a risk to ignore the other man - Morgan knew he didn't know the customs of Moladion, and it was that unknowing that presented the risk. He rolled his eyes, and then he rose to be standing once more as he peered down at the man below with a grunt. That was the closest to a bark he was going to muster.

Morgan had a 'natural smirk,' the result of a broken canine tooth, but the man's comment made him truly smirk as he clambered down a few levels closer to the stranger. Still, he stuck to the high ground, but he supposed it'd be polite to at least be able to hear the stranger properly. He flicked his chewed up ear and raised brow. "What gave it away? You wolves here don't keep old folks around?" What an astute fella', Morgan thought with a bite of sarcasm for he was sure he reeked of all kinds of places and things - all a matter of non-Moladion stinks. Then again, bastards as big as the one in front of him weren't all that common anywhere else. Maybe Moladion wolves really did have a distinct look about them.

"You ain't wrong though," he said, and then he stood just a little taller. Morgan knew he ought to not look like some yellow belly, some whelp ready to roll over onto his back and piss himself. It was a damn fine line to walk on - don't look too arrogant but don't look too weak. He cursed the line, but he still walked it. "Heard about this place from alotta' wolves though." His voice had always been a gruff thing, rough from age and life itself. It was a voice full of gravel and rocks, and his eyes were suspicious as they watched Exodus. "Thought I'd best come take a look. You folk here don't mind that, do ya'?"

morgan.
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