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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.

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I'm a MotherF**cking M O N S T E R
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Posted on October 5, 2015 at 05:09:45 AM by M A R S

Hello, I'm a monster too
What poisons me is what poisons you.

The monster resided deep within the shadows of the of the tunnels, his scent mingled with the smell of death and blood. The corpse of a wolf picked almost clean lay behind him as the beast rests, his large head on his paws. He rests content until a new smell reaches his nostrils. Inhaling he pulls it deep within his lungs tasting and testing the fragrance of the female who had found herself now under his attention. There was something faintly familiar about her essence. Anything familiar called for it to be investigated. Standing the behemoth shakes out his mostly unmarred white coat and begins to galumph after the scent of the wolf that had enraptured him for the time being.

Mars moves swiftly through the labyrinth, long powerful legs built with the purpose of giving the massive wolf the speed he would need to be a double edged sword, carrying him. Yet before he even finds the wolf he has an idea of where he is going and the beast is not happy. The den comes into sight with the scent of the other wolf heading straight inside and the blood of the innocent puppies coming out. Growls rumble in his broad chest as his strawberry laced lips are pulled back into a snarl. The dead carcass in the cave he had been briefly inhabiting had been the mother, and these puppies were supposed to have been his snack.

Yet he doesn't attack her. Not yet. For she is valuable to him, whether she knows it or not. He knows what she is doing in there. Consuming the flesh of carnivores as he did. She was like him and therefore she would be granted an ounce of leniency. For now his rumbling growl is a call for her to come out and accept responsibility and to acknowledge him, acknowledge his power.

T A N D R O S
Into these animals we grew
But when we were young our eyes were blue.

Age fifteen years
Sex Male
Property Non
Genetics Arsenic x Death Note
Obsessed with No One
Bonded None
Progeny None

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