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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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FROZEN MASS GRAVE.
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Posted on December 13, 2013 at 08:44:48 PM by EMRY

It was a natural thing- to fall into step beside his slightly taller brother, with a grin thrown his way before its joined with a smart ass remark. Molten irises glance down at the soil between them for a moment as his own smile creeps along his thick squared muzzle, and a light chuckle drips from between dark lips. While the pair might have suffered things others had yet to endure- there had always remained a bond between them that could only be between brothers. Emry is silent as he listens to Alaric speak, his brothers voice in latin sounding so familiar to the yearling. It reminded him of a time of peace and quaint tranquility- when he got his large dark paws into mischief growing up in Diveen. Of when their Mother was alive, and their Father was strong and whole. A different time, a different life, or so it felt.

Bringing his bright liquid molten gaze back to the dark boy beside him, Emry gives a slight nod before his own voice is once again coming forth. "Quod est bonum. Retinens sum egomet mihi." I have been good. I have been keeping to myself. It's simple, and more importantly it is the truth. The boy of onyx and silver had met a few, but mainly kept to himself since leaving Diveen. He still did not know if he would go back to the Angel City, or if he would remain in the freelands- or perhaps even seek out another of the packs. He simply did not know, but wondered if Alaric did. "Etiam mihi venationem." I have also been hunting. The intensity that burned within his expression just then was more than enough to give it away it was not for food that Emry spoke of.

"Cum manere velis, dic Diveen Patris" Tell me- do you want to stay in Diveen with Father? The question was asked with an ever so slight tilt of the head, a natural reaction out of his natural curiosity. As with himself- it seemed that the fact their Father was quite literally torn in two bothered Alaric. It was not fitting to see him, son of the legendary Devil May Cry, so broken and fractured. And yet neither boy had turned away upon finding him in such a state. Instead, they had comforted and endured with him. They had all mourned as one, and that had been the last time Emry had seen either of the woles. And now the youngest of the duo was with him, just beside him. But for how long, he did not know. Perhaps for just a moment, or perhaps for awhile yet.

"Talks like this."

E M R Y
male - one - no ones love - no ones soul - diveen

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