<font color=999967 size=1 face=arial>it doesn't exist if you can hide it behind your teeth.</font> ayita

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 doesn't exist if you can hide it behind your teeth. ayita
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Posted on November 10, 2014 at 01:59:56 AM by e d e n

how long will we blame the devils on our shoulders

From the crags, I have descended into what they know as the grotto. The twilight hour casts a deep shadow through the ravine, with the dusk colours of blood and bruise reflecting across the pristine stone. Whereas the crags had been a bustling metropolis of wolves, the grotto remained quiet and still. No mist swirled here, however, and the fading sun illuminated me as a pale ghost along the grotto's edge. I stood above the ravine, watching down into its depths with utmost curiosity. It is a place so dark and alone... I wonder how many remains are situated within its maw. I suppose this would be the most suitable place to remove one's existence. In the shadows, nobody would be able to find them - all that would remain would be a sickly scent wafting from the earth's innards.

Has Solaris considered such a place? Does he consider anymore? I am bound to him in some way and yet I often query his determination, his ethics. After all, my great grandfather means little to me. He is a liar and a concealer. What is he to Solaris, however? With all this talk of family... has his mind changed? I suppose I could do it myself. I have considered it. It would be less for him then, perhaps, and more for my own discovery and enjoyment. I'd get answers, at least.

I have stared into the abyss for long enough, I suppose. I cannot learn that much from merely idly waiting by. Slowly but surely, I shift and begin to descend down the cracked and jagged stone towards the darkness' mouth. There is the trickling of water rising from below the surface, a quiet thundering that I can almost feel beneath my paws. There is something else in there, I am sure. It is quiet and careful like the shadows, and yet certainly there. Curiously, I push my claws into the stone below, dislodging a small rock and allowing it to bounce into the darkness. If there is something there then it shall now know it is not alone.

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