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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Kweku
male -- 40 inches -- 210 pounds -- loner -- no mate -- no imprint
He hadn't been entirely aware of her to begin with but eventually her presence had come to his attention. From his vantage point, he could only just see her but it was enough to know that she had been looking for him; he smirked, tore into the flesh just a little more before he kept on watching. If anything, he made his presence more obvious, scraping nail across stone as he dragged his find closer to his chest.

But he hadn't expected her to really find him - at least, not to approach. Yet, she rose to meet him in no time though he did little more than glance towards her in order to acknowledge her. He smirked when he watched her even if he did look away and back to his meal with a shrug. She seemed less than thrilled even if her words had been such a polite question.

He stopped suddenly then and sniffed the air several times. Then, he turned to face her slowly as his tongue lashed out across his muzzle to swipe away the old blood. She was hungry and so was he though his eyes roamed her rather than the meat. She was like him - hulking, strong, built like the mountains that cast shadows over Moladion. "I'll share with you but not the children you stink of," he shrugged, paused for a moment, and then moved back to his meal immediately. She had been playing hard to approach and now he was playing hard to get. Besides, he'd not be opposed to a little wrestling if it meant getting closer.

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