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 raging boy scarcely noticed as Thorne moved in to assist with the slaughter. He was far too focused on his task. He needed to know where his Zafira was, needed to know she was safe. When Aranck had taken him the threats against their lives had been daily and he could do nothing to protect her. Now, with blood squelching under his paws and his lips smeared red venom he had proven himself capable of taking life, life of his family, with a blind fury. The peaceful solitude he had adopted during his year of solitary life stole away from his being as he ripped life from the body of Zuleika.

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Maniacal laughter started to seep from Zuleika's mouth as blood started to pool at the corners of her lips. Escape was futile and she knew it, her fate had been written the moment she had turned on her kin. The betrayal of family was the blood debt to be payed and Zharko was the one to collect. Two defected lives in trade for perfection. Thoughts spinning in mounting blood pressure, she laughed at the cruel irony. Aranck would have been pleased. Selflessly she had disposed of two blights on their name.

Her careening laugher continued to boil out of her with bubbling blood until she slowly started to quiet from the life pooling into her lungs. Long after the pressure dropped Zharko continued to paint the floors of the grotto, his rage seeping out of him along with her life.

At last he turned away from the unrecognizable corpse. Every pale hair on his body stood on end. Eyes still blind he searched helplessly along the blood soaked floor of the caves. She had been there so fleetingly, her scent so faint and the reek of death so putrid. He couldn't find a trace of her. Panic filled him, matched only by his despair.

All he could grip was that Zafira was alive. There was still a chance he could find her.

Slowly he started to calm, though his pacing continued. His breathing was heavy while he struggled to regain control. The calm control Thorne seemed to have in spades. At last he sat in front of Blackthorne, his pale body dripping in blood, awaiting the other pup's input.

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