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.

Return to Lunar Children

washed our hands in ashes -- imprint thread
IP: 24.182.72.163
Posted on May 8, 2015 at 07:39:45 PM by dezso & istvan





we wear the crowns
The shift from winter to spring is effortless, the way the earth knows when to freeze and when to shed it's warmth. No longer did snow shield the earthen floor, but grass, bright green grass and blooming blossoms accompanied with the abundance of life. It was the tell tale sign of spring itself; life. It is today the hungarian pair find themselves away from the valley they had considered home, wanting to explore deeper within the territory for something a bit more exciting, well one of them anyway. The protest from the dark earthen beast can be heard for miles away as he openly sneers and gnaws his teeth revealing his detest on the matter, but the bond between them has him following the flashy sight of his friend. "Ahh Istvan, I was worried for a moment you were enjoying yourself.." The teasing smooth accented voice is accompanied with a chuckle, knowing full and well his friends distaste at traveling and english. Yet their is no remorse tainting his words, for if it were not for him his friend would be content as a hibernating bear in sleeping his life away. The answering snapping of jaws at his back, startles him for a moment as his head whips around and laughing blue eyes meet the mismatched gold and black of Istvan's, a reprimanding scold escaping his lips. "Ravasz bestia." He had not heard his monstrosity of a friend closing the gap, and his thundering heart was enough to make the surprise clear upon his face. The answering smirk of his rewarding reaction is all Istvan gives in return, revealing a hidden humor within those normally serious eyes. Pleased with himself at surprising Dezso. As they fall in together side by side as they continue onward, unsure of where they would end but knowing together they would face whatever their paths would cross.

"Nézze..."

The awe struck smooth tones are breathed out as mesmerizing blue eyes linger upon what appears to be the entrance to a cavern of sorts. The sight automatically has his attention as he is quick to step forward only to find himself colliding with the large mass of dirt. "átkozott!" The curse falls from his lips as he stumbles back, shaking his head as if to ease the impact it had been subjected to. As blue eyes narrow at the wall before him. The sharp gleaming fangs of the earthen beast are what greet him, the course hackles that bristle and make him appear larger as he steps forward menacingly. The growl like a liquid purr from the dark depths of the beast's belly as he scolds him, blowing a rush of air through his nose as he turns back, gold and black eyes searching the darkness within as he scents the air surrounding it. The beast is a wary creature, not as trusting not as excitable as his flashy friend and to think he was about to just march right into the unknown had him reprimanding him. Glancing back at Dezso as a warning snap of his jaws clearly announces that he stay put lest he want to feel the strength of his bite upon his most treasured appearance. Glaring once more before he turns and disappears within the darkness, leaving a curious Dezso leaning forward as if he could see within.

"Széf?", the smooth voice echoes outside.
"átmenetileg..", the answering deep growl responds.

The chuckle that escapes him over the answer is made as he enters the damp darkness, blue eyes seeing nothing for a moment before adjusting, immediately seeking of the dark earthen form of his friend. A grin on his lips as he watches the giant attempt to climb a rocky step but hindered due to his weight and size. But he knows wells this is one instance where he should not tease him, for it was that size and weight that kept them safe when perhaps his own wayward tongue seemed to get them into trouble. With a light step he is quick to trot to where the lower half of Istvan hanged, nudging his head beneath the mass of his rump as he attempts to push him up, grunting at the strain until the success has him almost flopping over and dying from the act. "Boldog?" He breathes out heavily, looking up. The sneer is the only answer he receives as the beast seems to hunker down on the ledge, mismatched eyes fixed upon the entrance. Content to know Istvan was for the time being soothed he is quick to explore the cavern, admiring all the branching caves when an epic thought causes him to still and an heartbreaking smile to take his lips. Secretly does he glance towards a lumbering and lulled Istvan, knowing what he was about to do would more than likely send him in a violent frenzy that would promise an untimely punishment, but the outweighing thought of beautiful ladies makes the reward much greater than the reprimand. As he nonchalantly and briskly walks near the entrance, which earns him a confusing glare from the earthen beast. A wink is all that is given before his head hangs back and a call filters out, calling out to any who were near and far. The promise of a gathering much like the one that had visited right after their arrival. The prospect of meeting some lovely ladies has his call leaning more toward a lower tone, suave and smooth. For after all it was birthing season and perhaps the ladies were all feeling a bit of loneliness? He would be more than willing to offer them a shoulder and perhaps a stolen kiss within the dark tunnels, Yes this was a great plan.

As his song dies off, the roar at his back causes him to grin as he glances towards Istvan, watching his pace the ledge in an attempt to get down, foam lathering at his mouth revealing his anger and rage. But hey, that was the whole reason he had trapped the beast in the first place, not really but it was working wasn't it? As he rushes past Istvan barely dodging a rushing swinging paw that perhaps would have left a mighty fine scratch the only thing that can be heard amidst the sprouting of hungarian rage is blissful laughter as he disappears in to the dark, preparing himself for the entourage that would hopefully arrive. For he needed to look his best for the ladies after all. Hoping they would all overlook the raging dirt beast when they caught sight of him, as he primps for but a moment, returning to stand just within the shadows, humored eyes glancing from Istvan to the entrance as his mind conjures up the best pick up lines in order to maybe share the warmth of another, perhaps he could even convince some brave lady to "comfort" his friend? Maybe that would turn the beast into a kitten?
dezso & istvan
SEVEN, NINE - MALES - NO HEARTS - NO SOUL - OF NOWHERE


TRANSLATIONS:
Ravasz bestia - Sly beast
Nézze - Look
átkozott - damn
Széf - Safe
átmenetileg - temporarily
Boldog - happy


Replies:

Post a reply:
Name:
Subject:
Message:
Password To Edit Post:




Create Your Own Free Message Board or Free Forum!
Hosted By Boards2Go Copyright © 2020


<-- -->