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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.

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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Kitten's Got Claws
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Posted on June 25, 2014 at 07:41:18 PM by Faline

Jungle-like jewels spark with multi-faceted flare, piercing the dark and careless shadows that loomed about the mouth of the grotto with a queer fascination. Iromar has been holding less and less interest for me these days. I found myself spending less and less time within it's outskirts, and really, I doubt my face will be missed. That suits me just as well, I'd grown bored of the murky wreak of the bayou with all it's slithering snakes and monstrous crocodilians. The soggy filth of the land made it nearly impossible to find a dry place for a girl to rest her head, let alone keep a clean shining gloss to her coat. It would be a travesty to let such beauty be squandered under such layers of grime.

My aspirations within that realm could only stretch so far. Being that I am no demon, those that would deem themselves as such would demean me at every chance they dare. I would never rise to any position worthy of a woman such as myself, and thus, why ever should I stick around? In all honesty, I was glad to be rid of the swamp. When the Demons saw fit to take themselves a more prideful stronghold, then perhaps I would entertain the idea of rejoining them. But for now, I find I am rather intrigued by the shadows of these caverns. I've explored their depths to some extent, discovering their secret corridors and the small pock-marked alcoves that twined through the stone ore of the mountainsides. The bowels of the cave remained a cool even temperature by summer, and exuded a warmth against winter's chill. It's floor was hard but dry, and there were endless ways to come and go should there be need of a quick escape. What more could a girl ask for?

It would serve well as a temporary abode until I decided my next course of action. There are other packs where my knowledge and expertise could be of use. Of course, then I ran the risk of coming across that male. The one from the Crags. What had been his name again? I don't see why it should matter, the only thing that mattered was the peculiar feeling he instilled in my chest, the burning his appearance had spurned between my loins. Oh yes, I had been frought with the most carnal of desires for several days after our chance encounter. Such a strange and vexing reaction, such as I'd never felt before. I resented him for it, even as the very thought made me wonder as to his whereabouts. But I do not wish to explore those avenues. It would only lead to a tangle of emotions I'd rather not be spurned to satisfy.

It might do well to simply remain a rogue and wander to and fro as it so suited me. There were plenty of other rogues lurking about after all. In fact, I hear tell there are several wolves massing together to form groups of Raiders. That was a most tantalizing idea. Plunder and pillage, keep what you kill, take what you can. Mmm... yes, that sounds rather delicious to my wicked appetites. Perhaps here soon I shall go a-hunting for these so called raiders and see just what they were about.

But not today.

Today I was stretched across the body of a fallen oak just outside one of the many cave mouths. It leaned precariously into the neighboring trees, caught and tangled in their canopies as it's roots jutted up from the earth like gnarled fingers. My well-sharpened claws had made it easy to scale up the bark of it's trunk, and I had draped myself with delicious, languid poise near it's crest where the branches began to web outwards. From my high perch, I was able to see far into the forest. Below, others could come and go without making notice, and I could observe them as I pleased.

Thunder peeled in the distance, and from beyond the hills I could see far off flashes of lightning. A storm would be blowing in within the next few hours. I could smell the rain in the air. It was a sweet smell that crackled with electric static. I preened through my soft fur, content for the time being.
Tigress ~ 5 Lives Lived ~ My Pride lies in IROMAR ~ My Cat's Meow ~ Helios is my King Cat Daddy~

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