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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cinder
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Another year of life and nothing to show for it.

That was how Cinder felt as she moved in a sluggish manner across the border of Spirane with ears pinned back and a permanent scowl on her face. Life was moving slow and fast at the same time. Nothing stayed the same and yet everything did. It was time, she thought, time for her to leave the god-awful mountains with their suffocating peaks and the valley bowl of pollen. Maybe she would go back to Glorall but after so much time away from it she didn't feel the longing for it quite as strong. It would be nice to feast off the crabs there but she could catch them between Spirane and Iromar. She needed purpose with her life. She had caught it, the faint hint of Snowshoe at the beginning of spring and she had waited in a furiously hopeful manner to see if her mother would come. If she would seek out the children she had abandoned.

Nothing.

What else did she expect? Her mood blackens as she walks, broad paws leaving obvious impressions, and when she startles a pheasant from the middle of some tall grasses instinct takes over. Large body is thrown forward and her jaws snatch it around the curve of it's head until teeth puncture and bones crack and it is limp in her jaw. She is not hungry but she is satisfied. Satisfied at the crunch and the release of everything and she walks with it hanging down and banging into her chest for a while before she catches the cry of the males. Then she moves in that direction with intent, wondering if perhaps this might be the call of destiny to take her to the next chapter in her life.

She finds, to her displeasure, three brutes and one female with two each facing off. What in the hell was going on? The pheasant hangs limp in her jaws and she lets it drop nonchalantly while watching them with steel blue eyes, content to just watch the scene for the moment.

(female) (two) (37' 166lbs) (spirane) (soulless/heartless)


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