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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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it doesn't exist if you can hide it behind your teeth.
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Posted on November 12, 2014 at 03:41:44 AM by e d e n

how long will we blame the devils on our shoulders

I watch and observe the darkness, watching the darkest of shadows stir vaguely. There is certainly something there and yet, it seems not to be a great bear or cougar waiting to tempt me into its lair. It is something more calculating. It is likely not an it at all but a who at that. How curious, I suppose. I am no fool, however, and I know that I am not familiar with the inner workings of the grotto's infrastructure. If I were to move into the shade and cover of the caves then I would be allowing another to have control over me. There might be entertainment in that notion but not this day. I had allowed the small, pale snake of the crags to taste me. Why should this one get the privilege?

Whoever it is seems to take their time, wherever they may be. Time will not be squandered, not when there are others that I seek during my journey. With a punitive growl of disappointment, I begin to pivot so that I may leave this place. That is until I hear the sudden scratching of claw against stone from my right side. Just as sudden as the noise had been, I slammed my weight in the direction of my would-be assailant. As I do so, I feel teeth graze the flesh of my loins, beads of warmth springing up along their trajectory. I had intended to avoid this entirely and yet, it is done. All I can ask is that my weight had dislodged the other well enough that they cannot spring immediately away.

With a hollow snarl, I spin to face her. I immediately lock my eyes onto her, sucking in her scent with a rattling, drawn in breath. She tastes of the bogs. She tastes of this very cave and now, she tastes of me. I can smell the steel of my blood on her.

"Non adsumes et transferes."

Do not move. I hiss the words at her, taking a long step forward towards her, lowering my head to a level more akin to her own. Despite the sounds that reverberate from within me, my face is still. There is nothing there for her to find - I merely stare into her, stare into the blood of mine that surely marks her muzzle.

"Who are you... to touch me without permission?"

Riddle me this, stalker. Riddle me why I should not take my turn now and be repaid the blood she has taken.

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