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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Just remember what I said cause it isn't over yet

Kill a little time you can sleep when you're dead

I am not perhaps as curious as the felines are said to be but I still feel that driving force at times, inquisitiveness is not one of my main or even strong points of character, it's not something I was raised on, I was raised to fight and to maim and to ravage, how to destroy everything in my path like a raging forest fire, but that cannot be true in these new lands, here I must have a new purpose, here I can both destroy and defend, an idea I like much more. I can work with something like that, it's something that he has taught me maybe without meaning it, between Hadrian and Natu I have learned this, I am becoming someone that I love, someone that can be loved by others as well, and today I make up my mind that I will show Hadrian, my first friend, what I can become. For Hadrian I will become someone everyone can rely on, someone that never falters and never fails, a flame that is always burning, keeping the cold and danger away, with the ferocity of an all consuming flame when it comes to harming those who do us wrong, burning away all our enemies until mere ashes remain, I will both protect and destroy, nd all because my eyes have been opened to myself. I know that I can survive any hits that I take, and that I can take hits for others if it would be for the greater good. Black paws are pressed to the tender earth, the determination rising within me like a growing wildfire, bright amber gaze awaiting the answer the violet eyed one may or may not give, and he does not make me wait long. "I understand."

He nudges my share towards me with his nose, the bunch that I will carry carefully, wet and distasteful looking things as they are. It would have haunted me for an unknown reason had I not offered to help transport them, after all something just tells me that perhaps I was meant to go and see his home for myself while accompanying him. The wet and mud and dirt that may compile on my form isn't being looked forward to when it came time to groom or wash it all out, but it isn't anything that I'm adverse to either, it's all bound to happen to all of us. I don't need to always look immaculate and untouched, not every second that passes, looking immaculate tends to be reserved for those rather important times, looking at least mostly clean is okay the rest of the time, after all even covered in mud and grime I am still fire, I'm still burning if not only a little more darkly, but I am still Queen of Fire. Now is my time to start making someone of myself, show the world that I'm just not another lone lost wolfess, no I am the Queen of Fire. This is who I am, the incarnate of flames. I think that maybe he is starting to see, I can see the smile as I carefully pick the reeds up in my jaws to carry, and perhaps I am hoping for far too much, but I do hope he can see me for who I am. I offer him a nod and an inclination of my head in response to his words, thoughts burning in vivid hues in my mind.

Do you see a glimmer of me, a sliver or even just a glimpse, that I am not just another pretty face, not just another lost little girl playing tough, and it is along these lines I think as I keep pace, wondering after myself, wondering after what is thought of me, all sorts of things that taunt and tease me. I don't know what I am supposed to be thinking, but I'm probably thinking too much, I really need to stop for my own sanity. Words spill forth, reminder and question. "They're a rare thing, I personally have never met one."


Meet me in the gutter and make the devil your friend
Chase a couple hearts we could leave 'em in shreds

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