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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 17, 2014 at 09:09:32 AM by e d e n

how long will we blame the devils on our shoulders

If her actions had not been enough to alert me of her beliefs then her words surely were. They came laced with my own blood. I did not growl, did not spit, I merely stepped forward, closer and closer to her. Why would I need to ask her? Only the weak must ask the strong for permission and how does a lesser creature do such a thing? Perhaps she needs to learn. I carefully inspect her as she stands; my head slowly twists, eyes narrowing in examination. She needs to learn, I think. It is not my custom, after all, but a custom of nature's. A scream is a creature's way of asking for mercy - it is there way of asking for permission to fight back.

"Do you want to die for my benefit?"

I echo her comment back, a question now. Does that please her? Did she wished to be asked? It was then that she suddenly ducked downwards, a pained cry leaving her. It is a sound that both numbs and exhilarates. My own pain seemed to flash white once more and yet, my stomach stirred with a quiet excitement. My breath was caught in my throat. And yet, she breaks the facade so soon with her wild movements. I do not like it. I do not like this change.

Without hesitation, I suddenly dive forward. My expression does not break as I intend to slam my chest into ribs, shoving her backwards against the rocks and feeling her warmth below me. This is no attempt at closeness, however, I merely wish to feel the adrenaline pulse between us as I grab for her scruff like a mere child. If I can grasp it firmly between my teeth, I will be sure to not let her go; I will teach her to ask for permission and I will teach her that children must be willing to adapt and learn in order to survive. If she is quick then so be it; I will merely duck my own head low and prepare to adjust accordingly in preparation for my next effort. I want to hear that sound again, I think.

My intention is not only to grab her but to force her away from the darkness in which she had come. I will take her to the tangled stone fortress of the grotto and it is there that I will be able to hide her away better. This cave brings too many here - if I teach her a lesson she cannot recover from, then they will find her too fast.

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