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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ignite my senses
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Posted on September 17, 2014 at 09:25:18 PM by River

I wished to find the one that had brought me here. He had chosen my Mother, though chosen is a term used lightly. They were infact imprints, and whether Devil might have actually had a choice in the matter was up for debate. There were few souls that saw imprinting as a mediocre thing, one where two beings did not infact share a soul, but merely shared a bond between souls. And then there were the rest of them, to think that two imprints shared a single soul and were bound or eternity. Natalya had never risen from her resting place, and the simple fact that Devil remained walking spoke eons. Granted there were cases, such as the old Alpha's of Spirane, where the death of one had dragged the other soul down with it. Because that was just what had happened- when MoonGlow had passed, Alcide was not strong enough to remain without her and so had pathetically joined in. Pathetic in some eyes, anyway, and so noble, courageous and loving in others. It was enough to make me laugh any damn day of the week.

This land I was forced to inhabit is slightly unbearable, but not completely so. I haven't met another soul to catch my interest, beside Exodus, but then again that didn't say much. He was my brother, after all, even if we are as different as night and day. Where he is dark, I am light- though only in the sense of our coats. I even enjoy the company of my younger sibling, but more often than not I am alone as I prefer to be, watching, waiting for whatever may come. But on this day, I wish to find him, Devil, my Father. I have never looked upon his face, but I have heard many stories spoken of him. Words can wave a spectacular tale, but only true first hand experience showed the true nature of things. I am but half grown, and already I am taller than most my age, and even those older. I know I will be large and more than capable in my maturity, and this information alone gives me simple satisfaction.

I wanted my own molten gold gaze flecked with my Grandmother's green to fall upon him and to know him, to take in the face that was the culprit of my existance. I wondered at times if he was weak and pathetic in his old age, as so many wound up, or if he was still standing strong. His mental status has never had the cleanest slate, and so the fact of him attacking a grandchild out of blind rage over Natalya's death really does not surprise me. Granted I don't know Devil, at all, but I am his son, and I know some things. It was simply up to me to acquire the rest, which, with my skill, really isn't an issue. I know what I am capable of, and I take full advantage of it whenever I can. In two years, it will be my fourth spring, and I will tower over many, in more ways than one.

But for now, I am but a half grown child of the purest white, as no other colour hinders my flawless features. If anyone didn't know any better, at first glance they might think me Heyel, if not for my pink nose and my warm golden eyes. I know the older white wolf has a black nose, and intense violet eyes, and any soul to have known us both would immediately know the difference. But to a stranger, or even a fractured mind, perhaps not. My large paws are lethal and deadly as they fall against the soil, my intelligent mind rather mindful of the placement and timing. This had to go just right, or everything would go terribly wrong. I prided myself in my ability at control, at my.. responsibiity, as some so arrogantly call it. It was far too easy to play the part and smile along with all the other angel children- when really you were no angel at all.

I have followed Devil's scent to the Grotto, and the trail continues inward, into the innards of the caves. No hesitation marrs my features as I pass the mouth of the cave, my large, still growing yet mediocre muzzle low to the earth in my tracking, not willing to lose my goal. I will find him, and I will uncover all that I wish to know. And I am not disappointed, as soon enough, I am apporaching a wolf as dark as night, one so large and scarred and grizzled that he could only be the Devil May Cry. My white, perfection of a skull tilts ever so slightly in my contemplation of him. I have imagined this a thousand times over in my mind, the look of him, feel of him, sight of him. Nothing could have prepared me for this, but, then again, nothing could prepare me for being the Grandson of Apollymi. My own intense, golden irises that mirror his own save for the flecks of jade focus on him, unwilling to look away, and willing him to make eye contact. I am silent as I am indifferent.

There is no particular interest in my features as I watch him, as concealing ones thoughts is a practiced grace. There's no welcoming wag to my tail as perhaps my brothers would, no soft bark to let him know of my presence. He will know how he will, just as he has known me my entire two years of life. I do not know how this meeting will go, but one can only hope for the best in the darkest of times.

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