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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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Posted on October 13, 2014 at 02:31:04 AM by nachtmahr

nachtmahr
female | three | loner | no love | no bind

It appears that the fates on the side of the badger this day for in what will ensue the little creature will make it out of the cave alive. Unless infection kicks in and then her masterpiece of blood and fur will turn into pus and rot. Nature will do it's own painting then but she will miss out on the fun. All she wants is to be left alone to continue her torment of the badger. Eventually she would snap it's tiny little neck between her vicious jaws and consume it's body with a reverence to one destroying something precious. She would grow attached to the little hissing creature as she slowly chopped it to pieces. It would nourish her and it's blood would line the walls of her stomach as a sort of gift to herself, for Mahr considers herself a deity to such creatures.

Yet this Eyeless Jack fellow has to come barging into the caves as if he owns them. And rather than continue on his way he merely stares at her with surprisingly dark eyes. They are fascinating and as she looks into them she finds her interest in the badger diminishing. What would his black eyes look like with rings of red?

Nachtmahr does not fear him despite how Jack feels others should. There is little room in her body for fear. She grows excited at the prospect of fighting, the way the pain will course through her own body and his, for she has been trained in her life to fight. This male is bulky and brawny but she is nimble and fast. Her eyes flash with pleasure as the male suddenly lunges towards her, intending to thrust her back against the wall, and in a flash she has jumped out of his way, her ears flat and teeth flashing. Saliva curls from her teeth and a giggle bounces across the walls.

In the moment it takes him to regain his momentum she spins around on one paw and the other back one presses into the dirt and thrusts her forward. Her teeth are now level with his stomach though she twists her body in such a way that her jaw attempts to trap the curve of his hind leg between her teeth. She will twist, an attempt to crack the bone or tear the flesh, and then she will dart further to the side, nearer his tail to be ready for his return.

This, now this, was what she had been waiting for.

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