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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they say the owl was a baker's daughter
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i an angel in heaven
while you lie howling in hell

She was little more than a leaf on the wind as she wandered hither and tither among the many different landscapes this little world had to offer. There is little rhyme or reason to how she moves or when or where, no real reasoning at all except that her feet moved and her body followed. Honestly it’s quite miraculous that up until this point she hadn’t come to any harm be it the teeth of less savory canines or a misstep made when she wasn’t paying attention…which is most of the time. Still her feet move and so does she, her pace somewhat odd, almost a skip on certain occasions and her path wound left and right sometimes circling around just to continue straight forward once more. Perhaps it was a good thing no one was watching.

A light humming sound comes from her lips, a wordless melody though not without a pleasing tune seems almost to transcribe her odd wanderings to musical notes as she crests a small rise and looks down about the labyrinthine maze of cavers that made up the Grotto. She had been here once before something mutters in the back of her mind, too far back to make any real impact as the day had been, ultimately, rather unremarkable. Still as her eyes of brilliant blue and shimmering lilac land upon a smattering of wolves it sparks with something akin to deja-vu. That little prod is all she needs to float down the hillside and pad almost silently amongst them like a ghost. She wonders if they can see her.

Finally she stops between two larger male wolves both chocolate in hue just in time to hear some remarks about food which causes her own overlarge ears to prick forward. Hunting was not her strong suit and a meal wouldn’t go unnoticed. “ If trees had feathers instead of leaves, then they wouldn’t fly, they wouldn’t run, and they’d be my favorite thing to hunt,” her lilting soprano voice fills the air though she speaks to no one other than herself ultimately. Afterward however her head tilts slightly to the side, the barest smile on her cream lined lips as she begins to hum quietly once more, her willowy body swaying gently to the tune.

female - three - 37 in - 120lbs - hopless wanderer
LOST OF MIND, HEART, AND SOUL
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