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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She seems comfortable enough in here, weaving through the caverns like it's her home or something. She stays quiet as we're moving, like she doesn't want to talk over her shoulder. Not that I blame her. I hate talking in these dank echoy caves too. When she passes by, I jump, the brush of her fur on mine a surprising thing when I wasn't expecting it. My family was never touchy feely. The only time Viora ever touched someone was to try to bite them. Mom was affectionate but not coddling. She did her duty as a mother but she also taught us to be independent so that we could live without her. I wonder if she knew we would have to sooner rather than later.

I would think it easy enough to get lost in these caves. I try to listen to the sounds of her paws on the cold floor as I follow along after, using the little light that makes it through to make out her figure. Once the sun beams off her coat, I blink a few times, trying to adjust my eyes to the new lighting. I pause once outside and look at my companion, taking in her multi colored eyes. Interesting since I have two different colored eyes myself. Light blue and vivid yellow look upon the girl as we reach the sunlight, noting the smile that seems less tight now. Maybe the dark makes her a grouch.

She answers my question and my brows rise in surprise.

"You...LIVE in there? But it's so dark! And...smelly."

I wrinkle my nose. I can't see why anyone would want to live in there. At her question, I shift my weight a little to show my discomfort. My gaze drops to the ground.

"I..guess I wanted to go somewhere to think. I've kind of had a traumatizing week."

I shrug lightly, hoping she doesn't push for details but something tells me this might not be my kind of day.



Tristan.male.5 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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