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 sees him, perhaps far longer than he has ever known that she was there, and she watches him just as she had been since his arrival. He is tall and possesses a delicately handsome face - the pretty boy type. This doesn't go to say that Lacuna has ever had a particular type in which she lusted after; the only thing she had ever desired was blood. And now here lay this celestial being to bear his beauty to the slums of Moladion. How thoughtful of him.

The monochrome bitch does not care to wonder how long it is that she has sat and watched him from her hidden perch along the rock face of the underground - though she is certain that her time of stalking will come to an end soon. To which thought she was correct.

It was then that a bark echoing down the caverns has the male turning to attention with tiny spatters of mouse blood upon his jowls. Cute. Even the angel has a gory side, if ever so slight. A silent sigh is breathed through her black lips as she rises and descends from her throne in a graceful leap. A derisive chuckle flowing through the tunnels in a lilting tone as she approaches at a saunter from the darkness. "What god must I thank for bestowing this treasure before me today?" She muses as her deep blues narrow in delight.

Her posture is confident, racy, and dominant as she steps closer to him, circling around halfway without faltering her attention from his handsome features. He was lucky that she was feeling rather frisky this grim evening.


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