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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Posted on October 21, 2013 at 01:06:23 PM by R U V I N D R A

restless: i found your weakness



After Taviora, she had figured it best to give Paldor some space before she approach him on... behaviors she had noticed about him. Honestly, she had put it off for so long solely out of uncertainty as to how to go about it; after all, their bond was an odd one at that, and admitting concern had never truly been one of her strong points. Words of affection had never come easy for her, even to her own children and even now, it had been one of her biggest regrets - it had simply not been taught to her in her youth. Paldor had been the same, she figured - conditioned out of the ability through not only nurture but through the strangeness of life. She'd thought, at first, that his need for the poppies had been for his tail (something that had never healed quite right) and yet, the more she walked and thought, the more it started to make sense. Bit by bit, it fell into place. Maybe her son had been right. Maybe all things surrounding her were destined to suffer.

They were rather morose thoughts but they had kept her company as she dawdled in the general direction of Iromar. It had been so long since she had been given the chance to leave the pack, so she had at least ensured she didn't squander it - no, she had ventured for some time, lazily picking her way through the terrain. Though she did not look it, she was certainly beginning to feel old as she loped through the crags; all around her were scents she did not recognise, the howls of wolves she did not know. It was strange to think that she had been in Moladion for six years - so much had happened in such a time. Hell, even the world around her had changed in those six years. She wondered if she'd ever return to her home land and once more see her siblings; Senecxys, Morgus and Angharial and whatever others she now had. She shook her head - no, she couldn't return. Even though she had been born there, much more of her life had happened in Moladion. It would be here that she laid herself to rest for it was the only place that made sense.

She had been so distracted by her own thoughts that she had lost track of where she was; only when she paused to truly look around did she see. She stood then above the creeks below, the sound of the waterfall thundering up ahead; she had somehow become much closer to Iromar than she had anticipated, something she mused over with a cocked brow. Despite her efforts to spend some time well and truly away from home, it seemed her paws (and thus, subconscious) had other plans. She sighed in defeat, acknowledging finally that it most likely meant it had come time for her to tackle the issue head on rather than avoiding it. Paldor would surely be back by now - if not, she would merely wait with her sons.

With a shrug, she once more began to move on but not before something most strange caught her eyes; movement up ahead in the form of a small but sleek creature as dark as night and yet, broken up with patterns of white. She stopped once more, her hackles bristling in uncertainty as she stared onward - it couldn't be! Her mouth fell agape in confusion, her head tilted as she began to lope forward slowly, approaching the other wolf from the left before she let out a quiet bark.

"...Ska?"

She called out uncertainly, pausing again some ten or so feet from the smaller wolf. She had hardly had a chance to truly see her daughter as a child; Vague had taken her away not soon after she had disappeared. All she remembered of her lost daughter was the darkness of her fur and those strange, strange white markings and yet... here a wolf was, exactly the same. Ruvindra, quite truly, looked as if she had seen a ghost - wide eyed, mouth agape and body stiff with doubt.

"Surely..."

She mused to herself, feeling her heart thrum desperately in her chest for some kind of resolution. Had she merely had a lapse of sanity, for real, or had she truly encountered a wolf she never thought she would?



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