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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.

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last blues for bloody knuckles,
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Posted on March 14, 2014 at 01:16:23 PM by ruvindra

restless: i found your weakness

If only she had known the extend his mine had contorted, or at least what thoughts had plagued him so endlessly like a hound to a fox. Or, perhaps, if only she had asked... if only she had the spine to hold the two of them up, rather than allow the two of them to collapse. Instead, all she can do is hear the raggedness and breaking of him within that dry, wretched cough. All she could do was flinch and hope for the best as she tried to be his saving grace just as he had been hers so long ago. Did he know that? Had she ever told him that it had been him that had made her feel something after Vague and Nero had failed to do so? Maybe he didn't. Maybe he should.

She grabbed him, her teeth sinking into the the flimsy skin of his scrub as she pulled back. For once, she was significantly heavier than him, strong enough to pull him far from the edge on which he had loitered too close. There was no time for her, though, to move as he snapped back at her, weak as he might be. She felt his teeth graze along her muzzle, along the scars Flare had forced onto her. He tears the skin, beads of crimson forming over her muzzle and yet, she did not yield. Instead, she simply pushed back harder and harder, desperate to get him away so that she might release him. It was not exactly pleasant work to treat him like a mere doll, after all.

Finally, he gave her that relief, dropping down to a dead stop. Instantly, she released her grip, panting and heaving as she watched him for a moment, a shivering, shaking mess of a creature. It was amazing that she could even recognize him, his pelt tattered and stained, his body so much narrower and delicate. Still, she can't help but be moved, her heart pounding in her chest as she stepped forward, slowly beginning to move around him so that she might lay beside him. She moved slowly at first, her ears pricking forward as his question as she licked the blood from her own muzzle, frowning at the taste. How awful to taste one's own blood drawn by one's own mate. It tasted bitter.

"You are with me. That is all that matters - the place ... is just a place." The place was a new place, a strange place and one she did not wish to come to again in fear of finding him too close to that edge. She exhaled heavily, calming the rise and fall of her chest as she lay beside him slowly, watching him for even the slightest flinch. Usually, she would have roared and hissed at his feeble attempt to bite her but now... there is something that stirs within her, a kindness, a certain love.

She pushed into him as he began to sob, allowing their furs and body to mingle as she lapped at his cheek, trying so desperately to remove whatever sadness it was that stained them. If she had not a spine before now, then she must grow one now and that she knows.

"It matters not who you have been. I have... I have loved them all the same."

She paused then, swallowing the hard lump in her throat as she threw a paw over him, gently pulling him towards her.

"Where have you been, Paldor?"

Replies:

it's a lesson learned, - By Paldor March 22, 2014 at 08:52:07 PM
last blues for bloody knuckles, - By ruvindra April 1, 2014 at 05:24:51 AM

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