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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someone told me long ago Jack
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He didn't have a lot of information to go on but he had worked on less before. The young male had been so restless in Taviora and there was something about him, something that Dexter felt he could relate to. The wolf almost acted guilty about something but Dexter wasn't going to pry. Oh no, he had better methods. He was patient and he knew how to work with mystery. He would gain the wolf's trust and from there, he would find out what he wanted to know. The wolf wanted his sister. He wanted to know what happened to her and what had become of her. Dexter promised him that he would find his sister, find out what had happened to her. That was what he was going to do. He had started in Iromar, working his way out from the pack borders and keeping up with any place that he picked up on the male's scent or the feminine odor that he had come to find smelled similar to his so that made it more likely that it was his sister.

He tracked the scents to here and was surprised that he was finding a stronger scent of the male here than his sister, as if he was here longer and probably more recently too. The mystery was only growing deeper and Dexter's curiosity was definitely peaked. He continued to follow the scents, finding them mixing in with other young wolves, a mixture of male and female. It was like a gang of pups had run through here or something around the same time as his sister went missing. At least if the time line was adding up by the male's standards. He could only go by what the male had told him, after all. He thought there were faint scents of blood even, and not the kind that means someone caught their nail on something. It was dark blood, frank blood, the kind that comes from a lethal wound. If there was anything Dexter was skilled at, it was tracking and reading blood. Someone had been killed here and it was a brutal death, the kind he was known for.

His head tilted as he paused for a minute. What did all this mean? He knew there was something the male was holding back when they were talking but he didn't think of murder. He only smelled pups around here so is that who died? A puppy? Dexter was a killer by nature but he only killed the murderers of the world. He didn't kill the innocent and pups fell on that list. What had happened here? He scowled thoughtfully as he took a seat on the ground for a moment just to let it all sink in and just think, clear his head.
Dexter
male.10 years old.35in, 145#.born to MothxCoszcotl.sibling to Amoxtli&Zeltzin.unable to bind.mated to none.father to none.Taviora


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