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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The sun was threatening to breech the horizon and spill out onto the land – and it was time for the Hellbeast to seek shelter from the day and rest those other-wordly eyes. Claws till the earth as he wanders the boarder of the thick woods in which he had found his first set of wolves in many seasons.

Runik delighted in the potential that brews here, how many souls that he felt so near.

With his ugly head held low, his prominent and scarred shoulders churn with each slinking step toward the stone terrain that he knew housed deep and winding caverns. Mountains lay behind them, cradling the day in it's slopes – he would investigate them when night fell once more.

The golden morning hue did nothing for his grungy coat, he remained jet black and frightfully gruesome. His coat was in disarray, standing on end in places and matted with mud or littered with twigs in others. The grungy beast is tall – seemingly all limbs with a somewhat deep chest, long neck and long face – his canines were even longer than average and poked out from beneath his scarred lips.

Stained a strange color both yellow from time and pink from prey.

He moved slowly, silently as his mind wandered just as he was.

The sinner had always been drawn to underground kingdom of grottos – they were reminiscent of him, dark and twisted. And there was a silence within the energy of the earth that brings a stillness to this black heart.

However, he was not expecting to find such a show upon his arrival. He hears feminine barks whilst the wind so graciously delivers to him a light and delicate scent that surely belonged to the voice. She smelled sweet and it immediately entices him, skin tingling as it began to twitch of power-house musculature.

A chuckle bubbles up from his rotten chest as he continues in a predatory manner towards the source, desiring a face to such a saccharine introduction over the curiosity of what had her in such a tizzy. He rounds a boulder and peers down upon the doll on a lower plateau as she tangles with a cougar and a second ascends upon her.

He sits down, watching as they begin to close in on her.

”To your right darling...”

He says sedately with a flick of his tail and a dangerous spark in his blood-hued eyes, his head bowed to watch the chase – the second mountain lion indeed closing in. Runik wanted to see how much she could handle and though he did not appear it, he was ready to leap into action if necessary.

So.

Let's see whatchu got, girl.




R U N I K
GOT A CURSE I CANNOT LIFT ;





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