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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five :: fathom x covet :: temptation :: destiny

Pride is something I have no shortage of. Between my pride and my curiosity, one would think there was room for little else in my head, but the capacity for knowledge in the space between my ears is immense. So often, though, I find it defiled by intruders, whether they be in the form of thoughts I donít want to think, or wolves I donít want to see. I never shirk an opportunity to learn something new; I just donít do a lot of socializing. Iíve never been one to seek out the company of others. Itís not that I donít appreciate the things they know, or the experiences theyíve had Ė it just seems wasteful not to learn and experience them for myself.

Why wait on words when I can get the information first-hand?

This particular trait of mine is personified in the excitement on my face as I all but prance away from the ice. Were I a girl with many friends, perhaps one of them could have told me all about walking on frozen water, but I have none. And yet, Iíve learned the thing myself, without a gaggle of onlookers to jeer at me if I should fall. As I round the pool, however, I discover that someone has been watching me, a great black wolf, and he stands blatantly against the white of snow and ice as if to say, ĎHa! Some observer you turned out to be.í

I narrow my eyes at him when he speaks. Thereís a strange word mixed in with that tone I donít like. I donít know what tundra means, or if itís even a real thing, but thatís not exactly paramount in my mind. My first reaction is irritation, mostly at myself; itís a rare wolf who can sneak up on me. I scold myself for getting so lost in scrabbling across the surface of some stupid ice, but I do notice a few things as Iím calculating a response to Ė what I think Ė is a jab at my explorations. Heís quite a bit larger than me, but bigger isnít always better. Rarely is it faster. And that salt and pepper along his chin doesnít pass me by, either.

Bigger. Older.

The only thing on his side might be experience.

ďWhoís to say I wasnít?Ē I finally toss back, my observations of his exterior now complete. Itís a risky response, since I still havenít decided if Ďthe tundraí exists in reality, but Iím a risky conversationalist when I do make conversation. His voice is gruff, whether from age or simple masculinity, in contrast to my young, dulcet tone, and I wonder vaguely what itís like to look at me from a distance, to take in my entirety all at once. Does he see a granddaughter? Or does he see something he wishes he could have? I offer him a playful smile and a slow blink of my viperís eyes to test the waters.

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