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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come rain on my parade

The girl who had found her was unlike the others and yet, something about her was familiar. When Beltane looked towards her, she had been met with haunting, ghostly eyes and rich, earthy brown. Beltane watched her with a passive face, her eyes slow and drifting as they moved across the girl. Yes, there was something familiar there: an energy, an essence, perhaps. Beltane thought briefly of the Darkbringer, her skin prickling with the memory of his energy, but she quickly dismissed him back to the recesses of her mind. He was not, after all, a complete match. Familiar, but different enough not to call any single wolf to thought for more than a fleeting moment. It intrigued Beltane, as one might have come to expect. All peculiar things were of interest to the peculiar woman.

Menhket spoke but Beltane did not respond immediately. Instead, her head jerked to a tilt, and her lips peeled back into an amused grin for the briefest moment. Beltane had become accustomed to the art of changing one's voice; she had been spoken to by enough leaders and curious wolves alike to recognize when somebody had altered a part of themself in an effort to hide it. She wondered what the girl wanted to hide, but she did not wonder enough to query it. Let them hide, she figured. It was of no consequence to her.

"There is something about all of us," she finally chimed back, her own voice alive with a surprising sharpness. She motioned with her muzzle to her side, indicating to the girl that she could formally join her if she so desired. Menkhet had already come closer, close enough for Beltane to truly drink in her scent and feel, but Beltane had figured it best to extend the invitation formally.

She turned back to the water then, where the blood red leaf continued to float. It danced in the water, spinning slowly before being pulled any which way by the current. Beltane's eyes followed it closely, drifting between it and Menhket, a low hm of thought below her breath. "I am listening, but not all listening is done by the ears," she explained, her deadened ear having jerked back against her skull. It was her body that seemed to hum with energy, as if it was ever in motion even as she lay still. "Mmm, tell me. Tell me, yes? What is it you see here?" She pushed her muzzle towards the muzzle, her eyes dancing across the expense and to the leaf once more before they moved back to meet Menkhet's. She watched and waited, curious as to whether or not her companion had been sent for any singular purpose, or if it were truly a coincidence.

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