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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Slit my throat Save my life
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Welcome to Hell

It was all so simple to her. If you were to weak to go on then it was up to those stronger to wipe them from existence. Those that could not pull their weight were only a blight and so to were those who enabled it. The world had taught her from a young age that it waited for no wolf. It was harsh and unforgiving. She could have evolved or rolled over and whimpered like the pup she was. She would have died. She would have been feasted upon while her heart still beat. She would have suffered more. The choice was simple. She became more than a wolf. She became a monster. A monster did not pity itself. It just rampaged day in and day out. It danced to it’s own tune and did not give a fuck about anything or anyone else. As far as she was concerned your life was what you made it and she surely would have died with mockery if she knew what was going on in his mind. Instead she is only rewarded deep thundering from his belly as he instantly curled around his trinket. Stupid boy. Did he not learn as a pup that his actions only intensified the pleasure of destroying his object? He damn near loved it. So, she would love destroying it. You never let on a trinket’s significance, so she decided to teach him that very lesson. ”I do believe it concerns me. Everything about you concerns me.” She purrs her words to her, enchanted by the challenge he so boldly projected. She was ready for it, begged for it, died for it. Come little lamb, come to me.

”Oh is that so? I could so you how much of a lady I am. I could show you a very wicked time.” She moans the words, her face contorted in a mask of tortured pleasure and devious intent. With each vocal snarl that slipped from his body she became more and more smitten. What would he taste like? Would he put up an adequate fight? Now if he would just be a gentleman and let her finish first…multiple times. Yet his next words are petty and nearly ended her pre orgasmic fantasy. Suffering her presence? ”Well there are many ways I can rectify that for you. It all ends the same way however for you. Enjoy it lamb.”

The attack was swift, her fangs finding purchase within the flesh of his leg. He had frozen up like a surprised deer, silly lamb, however the pain seemed to kick him into action. No seconds passed before she felt his daggers within her scruff. The sudden influx of sensation caused her to groan in ecstasy. ”Yessssss. I like it like that.” She could not help the husky words as she released his appendage so that she could drag her tongue across her bloodied lips before carrying out what her initial plan was. He still held her but that was rectified with one solid jerk. The pulling impression of his fangs tearing through her flesh was exhilarating. As was the warm feeling of her crimson wine damping the pristine white fur. She had little time to enjoy it however as she twisted her serpentine body and snatched up her prize. It had been dislodged from beneath him during the scuffle and now it was hers. Dancing back with the skull she mocks him. ”A skull?” She attempts to say the words with the skull in her mouth and she is sure it comes out garbled. But it mattered none for the look he gave her was liquid cum. If glances could kill, she would have died and been buried beneath hell. Gone was the defenseless little lamb. The lion had come out to play. She shivered. Won’t be too long now before she found her release.

And then he charged. Her lips pull back in a smile as she rears. If all plays out the way she hopes she will have time to slam the skull to the ground before he makes contact with her body. And oh boy does he make contact. The air is knocked out of her and she is sent sprawling. During this the skull is freed from her grasp and sent skidding close by. She does not see where as she is too busy laughing while getting her paws beneath her. ”Again!” She screeches before lunging toward she thinks it went in a attempt to egg him on. What a cackling image she painted with her pinked scruff that finally seemed to be clotting and crazed dual optics. Yet one truth is revealed, in this psychotic display, she reigned supreme.






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