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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Posted on March 26, 2018 at 10:12:07 PM by natiya



While she is stiff in his presence, she is not overly unfriendly towards him though her owl eyes skitter away and behind him frequently to make sure this wasn't some sort of set up. It wasn't a secret that Iromar was a blacklisted pack with the usurpation of Pine. Could one really call it an usurpation though if every alpha usurped the other? Natiya's mind shies from such thinking. She is not some political machinist. The workings of the powerful were of little mind to her save the diligence given with her title so that she could protect and defend the honor of her brother.

The male has a purely infatuated look upon his face though his eyes are somewhat glazed looking. Since Natiya was still beginning to learn and meet new wolves, she is unsure what it meant. Everyone was so different and adjusting to their rhythms was fast becoming a whip-lash sort of thing. Yet she melts slightly beneath his praise, a tentative smile blossoming across her darker, masked face. "Thank you," she answers softly, a thread of happiness in that voice. "I've never really heard a lark sing," she confides. "Maybe if I could hear one then I would know if what you say is true." Her head tilts slightly now, a curious, open expression on her otherwise guarded face.

A slight giggle is given at his further praise upon asking her name, a sound that jolts her and immediately stops. Has she ever giggled before? A queer look crosses her face before she settles on a slightly tense smile once more. "Natiya." Was Natiya pretty? She didn't know. A name was a name. Then again when she thought Blackthorne, she was of the mind of ferocity and strength. When she though Possum, she conjured the taste of violence and madness. Names had meanings and flavors.

She blinks at him at his words, curious, swaying slightly forward to get a better whiff. "If you aren't a healer then what are you?" Natiya's world had always been a clear cut one. Ambiguous answers irritated her, even if she wouldn't allow others to see that irritation. She wanted concise, controlled replies.

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