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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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the only way to get rid of

temptation is to yield to it

No, she had never encountered others like her or her sister before. It was odd having this situation with Najira, and she certainly would tell her sister all about it once she had the chance. For now though, her blue eyes stared at the lighter colored wolf as beads of water gathered on her deadly black fur.

The words comes through a garble of water. Her ears adjust forward in the darkness, only a hint of moonlight illuminating her form. She listens, confused by his words. He projects so much of his own thoughts onto her actions. Do all wolves do this? Presume her intentions? She continues to stare in silence for a moment as she contemplates. She felt no fear, even though perhaps she should with strangers.

"You presume much. Why don't you walk on by if not being a coward is so important to you, hm?" she snapped, her red tail lashing a bit as her teeth peeked from her nightshade lips. "Like I care if I waste your time," she whispers under her breath to herself with smirk, the sound of water crashing likely consuming all of her whisper greedily.

There was a daring look in her eyes that did not fade. Her hackles did raise slightly, and her nose did inhale more deeply to gather as much of his scent as possible in this damp rock. From what she could tell so far, he was not of any place she knew. He smelt of the wilds and the untamed. Perhaps Belhara smelt of Iromar, but her soul was forever a creature of primal wanderings, with a little bit of guidance from the stars that did twinkle above.

Belhara

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