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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nathaniel was...okay, after his time spent at the spirane borders. it was, admittedly, going to take a while for any real bond to be formed between himself and his children, but he had tried and that was what was important. he would return to his seashore home shortly, but for now he was content to just make his way through moladion. he hadnt left glorall in quite some time and was more than eager to stretch his legs. hed not explored much of moladion before hed been taken to glorall, and it was due time that he was more familiar with the land he was content to spend his life in. he was nearing the crags when the howl raises into the air and he pauses, debating whether he wanted to be around others or not. after a few moments of pause, he decided to observe whomever answered the call before deciding whether to join or not.

he made his way towards the scent of many gathered wolves, more than content to be a shadow as he reached a high point not far from the group. his eyes landed on a little group of (mostly) dark shaded wolves, first and then began to drift, watching the wolves trickle in steadily. one girl, silver and black, has a nasty look on her face - he keeps his eye moving after he watches the snarl form. a pair of lighter femmes, one marked dark, caught his attention for a moment but he quickly moved on to a snowy female and then to a pink eyed female. ever onward, his eyes land on a massive crimson and white male and then onto a rust hued lady. his eyes land on the last two, a male and a masked female.

nothing draws him to join the gathering, but he does move closer, if only to better hear the group. he lowers to his stomach once he is satisfied with his nearness to the group. resting mocha skull across crossed ankles, he waits patiently to see if anything overly exciting will happen within the gathering.

six - glorall - sire to many - no soul or heart

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