Do not go gentle into that good night

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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Do not go gentle into that good night
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Posted on January 17, 2017 at 06:08:23 PM by Blackthorne

Again he found himself wandering the edges of he grotto. He would often sink into the umbrageous passages until only the shine of his dark eyes could be seen, scenting those that marked it and those who once had. The stench of predators far larger and greater had fouled the older smells. It intrigued him, his desire to see the beasts of the night burgeoning so that he could often be noted as absent from Glorall in the twilight hours. Natiya accompanied him a rare few times, preferring to stay and guard what was his in Glorall if given the chance. She had grown only more obedient with age and he was pleased by this.

A familiar scent shadows the entrance to a familiar cove, his nose pressing into the cool rock as he inhales then lets it out in a rumbling growl. Curiosity and memory drive him down the dirt passageway, the skittering of clawed feet making his shoulders twitch with the desire to grab the rodents, to press his teeth into their small bones and hear the satisfying crunch. For now his attention is elsewhere, however, and he arrives at the indoor cove in time to see Sekhmet claim the smaller girl in a possessive manner. It makes his tail rise, his desire to dominant bubbling up, and he pauses to stare at them for a time.

They are the same as before but not so large - he was growing. His paws were big and his cowlick still stood to bright, silvery attention, but he was far from the tiny pup he had been. "So you've returned. I wondered when I would see you again." This is directed at both of them, his paws bringing him to the edge of the pool but his eyes locked between them. He does not offer submission to either but neither does he challenge Sekhmets claim. She is by far the largest of the three and while he has the itch to challenge her for the mere sake of clawing and biting, he is curious more as to her motives. She seemed, to him, incredibly base in thinking but there was some logical reasoning he was sure for what she did - some ultimate end game. But what was it? An what was the girl to her? It was always good to have leverage.

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