The Grotto

Disaster has struck!
Years ago, an earthquake broke open several entrances into a deep, winding series of subterranean systems. It was thought that deep below, underground rivers snaked their way below Moladion. Now, flooding in the Northern reaches of Moladion has proven this theory to be true.

The Grotto is almost entirely submerged. Many of the entrances are completely inaccessible, and those that are only extend a few hundred feet before ending in water. The lower entrances, however, act almost like a giant drain for Moladion. Water pours down into the Grotto's maw as powerful rapids and waterfalls, and large amounts of debris have build up throughout the area. It can be exceptionally dangerous to travel due to the risk of flash-flooding and dams suddenly breaking, but the Grotto does offer the most consistent access across the floodwaters because of those dams.

Note:The Grotto 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 2, 2014 at 03:46:14 AM by ruvindra

restless: i found your weakness


She didn't know which was worst - his elusiveness, or his disappearances. Perhaps what was truly the worst of it all, however, was that she did not know how to stop it, or how to fix whatever had broken inside of him. At the core of it all, she felt just as lost, just as hopeless. At times, she did nothing but lay within her den, staring out into the mist, hoping he would somehow manifest from the shapes the clouds cast. It seemed in vain, however. She had even tried caring for the girl, Gaia, to fill the chasm that had split open inside her - first her children, now him. Had he forgotten it all? How many times she had gone to find him in the midst of his nightmares? Perhaps she was destined to be left alone. She never knew why she had thought otherwise. She should never have thought she was worth staying around for.

Another disappearance. She awoke to it, the emptiness and cold of her own den, the body that had been next to her so long ago once more gone. Part of her had grown accustomed to it, and yet so much of her panicked and fretted, her eyes wide and heart pounding anxiously. Where had he gone now? How long had he been gone? There had been no time for hesitation, not when she found his scent so cold and stale, an indication that he had been gone much, much too long. Had she forgotten? Had she forgotten that, despite it all, she had to be the one to help fix whatever had broken? She sucked in his scent, and took off like a river of white across Iromar's flats. She plowed through the marshes and mud, the white of her fur soon splashed and flecked with brown and blacks. Had that crack in the night been them breaking apart?

She had no destination, no idea where to go. She simply ran, her legs burning and aching beneath her as she searched desperately for any sign of him. He had disappeared before, but not like this. Always, she'd been able to find him again - and then, it was there; a cry so anguished, so hopeless as it echoed from the Crags. Like a statue, she stood frozen, her neck turning slowly to face into the crack and ruin of the rocks - darkness, a tunnel of infinite darkness lead to the noise. Perhaps she had been foolish to enter, her paws working on their own accord as she followed the sound and yet... something in the howl had called to her, had twisted the knife that lay so deep in her chest. Through the shadows, she crept, the slapping of her paws echoing down and passed the filtered light. In the distance, she could hear words and muttering, the ragged breathing of another. It was so familiar...

White. White and matted, a tangled mess but white - Iromar, marshes, her own scent mirrored back at her. Above all else, it was Paldor. He stood there but twenty feet away, illuminated so faintly by the cracks of light that fed through the rocky ceiling. His words could be heard now and she heard her name - she flicked her ears forward, tilted her head. Had he heard her? Why did he not face her? Why are you doing this to me?

"I'm doing this because I want to love you, Paldor."

She finally spoke then, her voice choked and wheezed. Her chest burned from her desperation to find him, her legs a heap of useless bones beneath her. She didn't even know what she was doing, but she knew she had come because she wanted another chance. She moved forward again, trying to bring a warmer expression to her face but such a thing was cut short when she saw it; below him, unfathomable darkness that echoed from deep below with the sound of water against stone. It him merely standing so close to such a pit made her nervous, then surely the way his paws moved deliberately towards it made her entire body set aflame with panic.

"Paldor!"

She hardly had time to scream his name before she darted forward, every muscle in her body screaming at her to move faster. The moment she could, she came to a sudden hold, lashing out in an effort to grab his scruff. The moment she caught a hold of that pliable, useless skin, she'd pull back, shoving her weight back and back until they were away from the edge. She'd not let him go, not dare release him. What was happening?

She just wanted to wake up, and wake up next to time rather than to the disappearances.



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