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
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Posted on April 6, 2015 at 02:10:35 AM by Dexter


The wolf manages to eat the corpse's heart before I can get to him. He ate someone's HEART. If that's not creepy, I don't know what is. It's almost tradition to eat the heart of your first kill as a growing wolf but that's elks and deer and rabbits, not another wolf. Not the same species. Only monsters kill their own kind. I will soon be one of those but my own breed of monster.

As he bends to take another bite, I launch at him, pinning him to the ground but he starts snarling and snapping, his fang raking across my cheek in his mad attack as I pull my head back. I can already feel the warmth of blood trickling down my cheek but I try to ignore it, my anger pouring out of me in words yelled into the face of the wolf below me. He seems not to understand any of it though, his body freezing for a few moments but then he burts upward, grabbing my muzzle in his jaws. I feel them crushing and I try to shake free but he shakes his head with it, his teeth scraping across the top and bottom of my muzzle.

With a snarl, I finally jerk backwards, more blood leaking into my mouth now from the open gashes on my my muzzle and I snap back at his face, just to keep him out of reach. He is breathing rough, like he's out of breath and I wonder if he's not in so good of shape. I know I was supposed to have a plan. I was supposed to have herbs to help me, to plan this better and take him out the right way but here I am and he's already seen my face. If I go now, he'll probably hunt me down. I have to end this now.

Judging by his ragged breaths, I'd say he can't last much longer. And yet I feel no pity for him. He killed other wolves. He took innocent lives. He deserves what he gets, every bit of it. Words won't work on him. I won't get the answers I want from him. So instead I'll just have to do what I set out to do. I have to kill him. With no warning, I lunge at him, trying to barrel into his chest with my shoulder. I figure if he can't breathe right, his chest is a weak point. I snap up at his face and neck, trying to run him over and then I'll go for the kill shot. If he dodges, I'll run past and circle around, coming at him from the side to try to barrel into his ribcage and grba onto the side of his neck.


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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