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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It's still hard to believe. Mom is dead. I watched her die right before my eyes, killed by a wolf who I had the big mouth to ask about her scars. When she lunged, everything went into slow motion and I was just about to ask for a truce with mom appeared out of nowhere. She took down the wolf and they went at it and I ran and hid, like a coward. I've never been a violent creature. As a pup, I didn't wrestle with my sister Viora. Every time she pounced, I tried to talk it out with her. I have always considered myself a peaceful creature. I believe in talk over action. Sure, I know that sometimes violence is needed but I was hoping I'd be in Glorall now and as a diplomat, I'd have wolves designated for the violent parts. As a loner, I don't have anyone. Viora is still mad at me. She blames me for mom's death. She called me a coward and says I should have done something. She's right and I know it. I am a coward.

I know that I'll eventually have to go back to Glorall. It's always going to be home to me. It's where I was born and raised. The sea air is meant to ruffle through my fur. My trip out of Moladian did do me some good though. I learned a lot about politics and how packs work. I met a loner who used to be an alpha! She was an older wolf and she said she left the pack to be with her crippled mate who couldn't go with the pack when they left the territory. She ended up losing her mate but she couldn't bring herself to go back to the pack without him so she stayed a loner until her death. I was with her till the end. Her death was peaceful, a lot different from mom's.

I want to take these skills back to Glorall with me but I don't feel the time is right just yet. I walk slowly into the darkness of the Grotto, not so sure about it but I have to be brave if I'm going to live alone for now right? My ears flicker constantly, my muscles spasming with every little movement in the shadows. I swear someone is watching me. And then I hear the voice. Why is it speaking a different language? I prick my ears and lean in closer to listen but the translation still avoids me. My brow furrows. I don't like coming across something I don't understand. It's frustrating. I yell into the darkness.

"Excuse me, could you speak in a language I can understand? It's kind of hard to be creeped out by mysterious voices when you don't even know what they're saying."

The last part comes out as more of a complaining mumble but it echoes through the cavern as I wait for a reply. I gulp, wondering if I should be out talking to strangers again so soon after what happened...



Tristan.male.4 years old.son of Enigma & Cobryn.brother to Solitaire & Viora.father of none.tied to none.bound by none. 35in. 160lbs.deaf in right ear.no home



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