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.
She is tired of living by others’ agendas and the capsizal of Asteraia only served to fuel her agitation. The alpha had returned shortly before the change of leadership and that alone had placed Stella on edge. The Furian bitch was content to remain within the hills as long as Jaidah was absent, for it meant leniency and freedom, with the perks of ample food and protection. But she will no longer tolerate this shifting of balances within each and every pack that she turns to. Stella is not a creature who will simply bow before anyone – her relationship among Diveen’s royals was a carefully played one in the first place – and there is little that keeps her tethered to the territory.
She will be damned if she allows her brood to be ruled by one who does not deserve to do so. Furian blood was never meant to be dominated in the first place.
With fresh blood strewn across her gloriously marked pelage, she jogs away from the rolling hills of the coast with Zagan between her thickset jaws. The bloodshed was short lived and yet they had left victorious and with their whelp back in their possession. I was a marvelous display of teamwork, something Stella was not even sure that they could conjure up, and yet it had become a beautiful dance of blood and violence between her and Elijah. They worked together for the life of their stolen son and now with his life secured within their grasp once more they move toward her oldest home within the crags.
Her pace slows as they get farther away from Asteraia so that the walking children may keep up better and every now and then a glance is given to Elijah as they travel. Zagan writhes between her teeth as they place more distance between themselves and the territory, and only when she feels that he will not attempt to run back to them, she places him upon the dirt so that he may fall in line. Her marred muzzle nudges him roughly as she picks her traipse back up, urging him to move forward or else be carried again like the child he was. With a disgruntled expression he complies and yet it is not without obvious protest. He may not speak but she can see it in his eyes, read it in his posture, and smell the defiance leaking from his pores. A true Furian, that one is. Demon as well if she were to be truly honest, but she had never delved so deeply into Elijah’s own blood history as of yet. Tobias was his father and Isola’s sister had been his mother, which was all that she had cared to know.
The looming opposition of the crags comes into view, and as the sun begins to rest its head upon the horizon, they make their first steps up the rugged rocks. It may be tricky for the offspring to climb and yet her first litter was born here, they thrived here, and so this litter shall too. They will navigate the rocks and crevices as if they had been born from them – she will see to it. The dominant female takes the initial climb up the first slope to show her brood how it is to be done, and looks to Elijah in the case that he was willing to ensure their success with such a feat. All victories, no matter what size, were still victories. This shall be her children’s first.