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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to feel your blood on my lips Belhara
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Posted on January 18, 2017 at 02:43:33 AM by Cuirass



It felt odd for him to be back in Moladian after 4 years away. He had followed the scent of his mother Seline, hoping to find out more about the Demonican bloodline and what it meant. Eric had told him a little and of course, Seline had started to teach him and his brother Kronos as they grew up but when she disappeared, so did that history. Eric only knew so much and the disappearance of their mother changed him. He reverted back to his old ways and often avoided the children they had created. He started pining after his imprint which disgusted Cuirass. How could he betray Seline's memory like that?

So he had gone to find her but the trail ran cold and then he just wandered. He did manage to find a pack that held some semblance to what Seline had told him of her kind, though. He joined them and trained with them, continuing what he had started in Asteraia with the Monster. He gained his first blood mark, as they called it, a scar in the shape of a crescent moon on his chest. Scars from battle were the air the Demonican's lived off. They relished bloodshed and relied heavily on cannibalism to survive. They said it was all about the challenge of the kill. Prey animals could only defend themselves so well compared to a predator with its own set of weapons.

But memories of Moladian haunted him and he often found himself remembering a certain female. Belhara seemed to enjoy her hauntings in his mind and he couldn't escape her. And so he did the only thing he knew how to do. He went after her. He chased her like a determined predator chased its favored prey. He stopped only to hunt and sleep but the rest of the time he was running wide open. It was good training in itself and he was built for endurance so it fit him perfectly. By the time his paws hit the familiar soil of the grotto, he knew exactly where he was. He sniffed around for a trail but was found wanting. His ears flicked back in displeasure, ear swishing behind him as he started to check it out further. She had to have come through here at some point.


Cuirass_male_6 years_38in_150#_no mate_no children_brother to Kronos_Eric x Seline_no pack




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