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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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S E G I N
confessions of what i've done


She moves and positions herself in way that he notices her. Her lets his orbs look her over again, and he certainly does not mind what he sees. He didn’t really notice females until he had mated with one, and that seemed to set him off and open his eyes. He grinned in response, naturally handsome but somewhat clueless to his own looks. Her question of what does excite him is met with a rather literal answer.

”Well, hunting, and as I discovered, females,” he says with a continued smug grin on her white and black maw. Sure, it was a bit blunt, but he didn’t know any better. He watched her leg as it moved like silk over the darkened land before him. He was stuck to her almost like a puppy, but a much more mature one. He was lured in by her if he liked it or not- perhaps it was too easy, but he simply did not realize it at all.

His eyes do not leave when she asks if he wanted something temporary or not. It takes him a moment to answer for a multitude of reasons. One, he was being drawn in by her feminine appear. Two, his brain was trying to comprehend what she meant during his draw to her. He licks his lips before shaking his head, about to come up with some sort of answer but she continues with her own devious grin in the darkness. She speaks of something permanent and then of owning someone. That is when his head tilts.

”I am...not sure what you mean, temporary or permanent. Owning someone...I own when I hunt and kill, and the kill is mine. Is there another kind of owning?” he asked, quite literally ignorant of what someone else he could possibly own. He had once felt that woman in Taviora...that she had a hold on him...that she owned HIM in a way. She was once his imprint as the woman described, a woman now gone and such...ownership over him leaving as well. His mind considers this.

”You mean imprint?” he asked, wondering if this was what she was talking about. He did not exactly enjoy the experience, and yet, it was everything to him. A conflicting thing, with that bond now gone, he felt the freedom and somewhat...emptiness of it all. Yet, he was not experienced enough to really understand what the female before him really meant.

S E G I N
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