Rage rage against the dying of the light

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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Rage rage against the dying of the light
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Posted on January 24, 2017 at 06:56:08 PM by Blackthorne

Despite the rushing of the girl Blackthorne holds himself back, ears flipping backwards and tail lifting to visualize his displeasure. A cruel twist of lips reveals a flash of fang and a flash of his eyes is given in response. She accuses him of letting another escape - some cowardly girl no doubt. He couldn't care less, his attention wholly focused upon Zuelika, her passionate spirit both enticing and revolting. It made him curious of her but alas, that curiosity was overshadowed by a singing sort of bloodlust and the need for dominance. Her retorts challenged him.

Before he could gesture Zharko to attack the boy flies past him, flipping her over and screaming questions. This piques his interest, head straining forward to catch what the boy said. Sister? Ah two sisters, but one obviously not beloved. A slow grin eases across his face as her fury turns to fear, the pain on impact making him drag a step closer each time until Zharko goes full on attack.

Then his tentative restraint is lost as he rushes in, allowing Zharko the head of his sister while he places a paw on her hind end and begins to bite and rip as if he is eating. And a hunger drives him as he circles around, biting and tearing and growing more frenzied with each taste of blood he manages to make. And he wonders... what does the meat of his own kin taste like?

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Dont blink - By Zharko January 25, 2017 at 04:47:49 PM

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