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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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Posted on January 27, 2018 at 06:18:00 PM by ZHARKO

Prowling. There was no other word for it. Zharko was prowling the borders of Iromar. The mists swirled around his blue-ish grey body, concealing the small wolf stunningly well. He fit right into the ranks and the role he had been given in more ways than he would have ever thought possible. Even now, as his red eyes seemed to glow, they looked upon a den long abandoned. It was the den in which he had been born.

Baring his teeth, he left his old den and continued to stalk around the trails. This had been the home of his father, his own birth place and still he felt like a wraith. He both belonged and was repelled by this place deep in his heart. Ill at ease, his pace picked up until he froze a scent and a message. Nose to the ground, his blood ran cold. It was Dexter, a wolf he had encountered what seemed like a lifetime ago. The older male had almost caught him in a half truth, keeping secrets about the death of a sibling and the loss of another. Growing still colder, Zharko was reminded he had also not picked up the search for Zafira again. Blackthorne�s command truly ruled him. Lifting his head from the ground, his gaze shifted in towards the pack, where the Alpha played his games. He had enough toys, he would not miss him for long. Sliding from Iromar, he followed Dexter�s scent.

Slipping into the shadows of the Grotto, he pushed away the memories of the crimes committed here. The blood on his paws, the blood in his eyes. This place was just as innocent as any other. But if the walls could speak�

It did not take long for him to find the large form of Dexter. His scent was clear and fresh, purposeful in beckoning him. He met him with a nod and looked him in the face. Zharko was not the pup Dexter had met before. Though small, he was of age and Commander of Iromar, the scars and rips along the left side of his face clearly marked him as on of Thorne�s. His first. His most loyal. But not Zharko�s.

�Yes, Dexter?� his smooth voice slid through the air like the water sliding down the walls of the cave. One of few expressions, he did seem to soften around the other male. Wary, he still knew he could trust the Taviorian. He had been the only one who had never asked him for payment.

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still on the look out - By Dexter January 30, 2018 at 04:05:11 AM

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