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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BLOOD never lies
IP: 12.231.36.2
Posted on March 30, 2015 at 02:15:09 AM by Dexter


The smell of blood draws me this night. I've already come across one corpse, a day or so old by the looks of it but the blood was a story in itself. She was old, not a threat to anyone but someone took her life and what's worse, they fed from her body. Her heart is gone, as is most of her organs and guts, all the good stuff. All that's left for the carrion birds is the muscle and skeleton. My nose wrinkles in disgust as I look through teh puddles, reading them like a good book I can't put down. There was a struggle bu tnot much of one. The wolf couldn't really defend itself and so she went down quick and relatively easy. She was murdered by an animal.

Once Iw as done investigating, I moved on, only to pick up on yet another trail. I follow, stalking low to the ground and silent like Caster showed me before he left Taviora. My ears prick forward as I listen for it and then I hear it, the raspy breathing of someone having a hard time. At first I think it's the victim panting for breath in the middle of a fight for survival and I pick up the pace a little though keeping myself silent, wanting to get there in case I can help. But when I get closer, I see that I'm too late and the raspy breathing is none other than the animal I was looking for.

I narrow my eyes, peering at him through the bushes. he's almost solid black, his mouth already stained red. He looks ravenous, unsteady on his feet even and he just got done taking down another wolf. Another victim. I know he's the same wolf from the last corpse I found. He's the serial killer. My tail flicks behind me, wishing I had my herbs with me. I was going to try them out on someone soon just to make sure they work, to make sure they have the desired effect. Of course I forgot them cause I didn't think I'd run into anyone interesting today.

Instead I have this. I know I can't save the victim he stands over but maybe I can save the next one and the one after that. I burst from my cover before I can think further, snarling my anger as I go to tackle the male. I'm not quite sure where I'll go from there but I just feel a rush of anger that he's killing innocent wolves, killing needlessly for food. That's not what wolves are for. If I do tackle him, I'll try to pin him the best I can while I growl in his face.

"WHY? WHY DO YOU KILL THEM?"

For some reason, I have to know.


Dexter
male.four years old.35', 145lbs.born to MothxCoszcotl.sibling to Amoxtli&Zeltzin.unable to bind.mated to none.father to none.tied to Taviora



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