The Cavern of Secrets holds much more than you can imagine. Once a forbidden place, the ban on entrance has been released...yet, is it a good idea to enter?

Once a great battle had been fought in this cavern, against a dark beast that had once - and still might - dwell here. No one knows where he disappeared to, but there are rumours...

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Beware the Ides of March
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Posted on March 7, 2012 at 10:47:46 PM by Knyghte







“How wrong you are… I summoned you here, darling. Don’t you know? There is no such thing as coincidence.” Chuckling lightly at her comment about his lyrical libretto that he had always used for those who could see and those who couldn’t, the vampire just shrugs before he takes off into the cave. Once submerged in darkness that one can literally feel with the edges of their hackles, Knyghte takes to a corner and closes his luminescent optics. One would be quite stupid indeed if they let their watchers be seen by those they don’t yet trust when all they want to do is cloak themselves in despair- I mean, darkness. She has told the sightless demon exactly what he has asked of her, however the wench displays a sense of idiocy in asking what the multi-colored soldier saw. Glowing orbs reflect the light as their window shades are pulled back by an invisible hand yet again. Narrowed, and still halfway closed, but open to the sunlight none the less. Or… what would have been sunlight if the light switch had not been permanently shut off and torn from the plastered wall. “You speak as if you know what you’re talking about.” The gladiator’s words are harsh but as he prances his way towards the sound of her steady breathing, counting the inhale’s and exhale’s and making a mental note of how long each of them took to breath in… and then breath out, his mood lightens a bit. “ In response to your previous question… that… the voice I just spoke to you with, is what I need to be forgiven for.” Another laugh escapes his lips, this one, a tad more airy and free-falling. He is right in front of her now, ice-cold optics searching around for something they would never find. Should her vision accomplish the task of catching the slightest bit of light in the dark and bending it to her advantage, she would find him not two feet in front of her, tassel curled and fores erect, standing like a statue patiently waiting for her to see what she could not.

“What do I see?” A single giggle, more girl like than what can be described to another echoes through the empty area. Why Rylee, I can see everything that you cannot.” [cue song playing in background… xD oh how dramatic] She is silent for a while and the gorgeously colored hessian is left pondering slightly if he has frightened, angered, or sorrowed her in some strange way. But there is no tint of aura that is boiling off of her cloak quite yet- but he starts a bit as soon as she questions for his title. A frown takes the place of the smile that was once there. The loner is quiet for the longest time. Perhaps he was not there anymore at all. But a swish of a tassel and lowering of flesh onto the terra confirms that he is just taking his sweet time in deciding what to say. You think that he could just spit out his name… not have to think about it forever and in the most superstitious manner. Alas the titan sighs and blinks a few times, wetting the organs that no longer serve a purpose save to look pretty and attract what he cannot have. “I have not heard that question in the longest time. If I did not tell you my name- you would speak to me in the same manner. Names are words of power. I can say your name, Rylee, and automatically I will have your full attention, is this not true? Fine- if you so wish. Though do not blame me if taboo catches up to your karma and depletes that stash of good luck you have built up consequentially.” The male holds himself proudly, as if he himself has discovered a kind of prize within his own heart. “K. N. Y. G. H. T. E. Knyghte. Though if anything, I am far from what you think of when you hear the name.” The stag has spelled this out for her so that the temptress will not be confused with whatever Night and Knyghte have in common. If his mother had named her boy after the blackness of night… well it would have been quite interesting to see her expression now if she learned that her darling little boy was forever in the shadow of the dark. The freak knows that Rylee has already figured out that he is blind. It was confirmed when her silence became audible to his eardrums after she inquired what he could see.

As the he-varg awaits her position on this, he takes interest in a songbird that has found herself a suitable place to lay a nest later on this spring. A cave swallow, no doubt… She will use her saliva to make a nest to raise her young in… and then in the winter, a native tribe will come to claim it’s delicacy. Ever heard of bird’s nest soup? Yummy stuff right there. However, Knyghte knows not of such manhandling of the precious art gallery of nature. His nares point towards it and then he, realizing that he’s been rude, quickly snaps right back to attention, listening with more delicate than you can imagine sonars for the honey sweet voice that joined him earlier. Why she didn’t already leave was a mystery to him in itself, but Knyghte had not been able to speak with any of his kind since his exile. Therefore, it was a good treat now and then to be able to listen in on the conversations of others, to soak up their lyrics and learn new words… new ways to wrap lyrics and braid them into poems. This was his first conversation since… well since last year around late January, when the snow was just starting to melt.


Vampire || Adult || Wanderer || Loveless
word count: 1015
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