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 creature can’t really say that she’s different. There’s the Russian, but everyone has a family thing. That was her family’s thing, the weird foreign speech. It was the same way daddy had always been, he liked his strange foreign tongue. It was enchanting… father had liked it too. Makism and Tarquin had been ones to talk in the strange foreign tongue, father’s tongue, when they wanted to keep the conversation private. They had their fair share of private conversations, private thoughts. They were gentle and had been… well, they’d been in love. They’d been lovely for as long as they lasted.

They were gone now. “Father didn’t teach me Irish before he um… he… yeah.” He was dead. Delya didn’t want to say it aloud, so she simply moved on with her ears flattened top her head. “He’s gone now.” The creature leapt easily to the next flat rock, hopping, catlike and agile as her feet hit the rock. She shakes, fur moving back into place where it hangs silkily around her shoulders. A stretch, once more borderline catlike, and she’s got her eyes back on the girl. It’s an expectant gaze—follow me.

What doesn’t register to Delya, as it doesn’t seem to register in her own mind, is that the creature doesn’t seem to care she has two dads. It’s normal in her world. It’s normal, but not in the same way normal was for everyone else. She had two dads and one of them was gone. She had a mom that wasn’t around. That made sense to her. It was her reality, though… no, it didn’t make sense. None of it made sense to the girl. Her tail swished though, swished at Cersei and waited. It was a long waiting moment, a smile playing in her eyes.

“Close… I’ll teach you what I know of that too, if you want?” Her tail swished. It was a brilliant sort of swishing, another bark in her throat. It was an excitement, she liked excitement. Excitement felt good. Friends felt good, if this was what friends felt like. Friends were what was more than… wonderful. A smile crinkled the area around her mouth, creasing the skin and the fur… it looked silly, but the good kind of silly. It’s a wonderful kind of silly.

“Sorta… I sorta do what I want, but aunt Alice still treats me like a baby… doesn’t keep Ace from running around like some sort of savage beast… she’s weird. Delya laughs softly, her tail flickering, eyes bright. Everything about her is bright. She likes that feeling. “Home is where the heart is, they say.” It’s a cliché, a weird one to hear out of her mouth, but she likes it. The creature is tall in her posture, though light. There Delya waits. Was she coming, or what?
delya
hound’s
tarquin x makism x hush




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