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 hunter
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Well, at least wondering in Moladion was not nearly as bleak or dangerous as the outside world; in his time already, he had encountered nothing more sinister than a rabbit. Food was once more bountiful and surely enough, he thickened out once more into his athletic form, his pelt growing thick and rugged. Finally, he was not a scraggly beast that frightened small pups - he was a warrior once more, the hunter he was at the core of his being. Just in time it seemed for as summer rolled around, he had less and less inclination to hunt - it was just... too disgusting. The heat had always been his biggest nemesis and even then beneath the shade, he could feel the fingers of the sun trying to find him. He couldn't win, you know? Come summer, it was too hot; come winter, he was too dark to ever hide in the snow unless night was upon him and even then. At least he was feeling a little more light hearted about it all, though, right? Much an improvement from the spitting, morbid creature he'd been out on the desolate bad lands as he had grown to know them as. Moladion was still a haven.

Having grown tired of the persistent sun and his inescapable fur, he'd retreated to the pools beneath the large, overhanging stone walls of the Western Crater. At least there he was able to bask in the coolness of the shade, but it wasn't enough - no, he had to make a decision. Stay luke warm in the shade or allow himself to become a swamp monster and take to the water - an obvious decision, yes?

With a huff, he slid along the stone shoreline until, lowering a limb into the pool until he found the shallows. Though the ground remained slippery with God knows what - he had no choice and with slow, long stride, he entered into the water until it rose to his belly. For a moment, he was steady, his paws working over time to secure him upright on the stones but just as he flashed himself a proud smirk, he felt a leg give out. Wide eyed, he felt his entire body fall beneath the surface in a whirlpool of cold and confusion. Desperately, he found his grounding once more and exploded from the water - eyes as big as dinner plates and fur sticking up at strange angles and weighing the tips of his ears down. Honestly, he looked more pathetic and hilarious than he could ever envisioned but the pride within him forced him to shrug it off as he tried to compose his features into a sheepish grin.

Not an accident at all - no, no, he was just swimming. Yes, there was nothing better than submerging yourself completely come summer - the perfect cover story, huh?


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