<i>always in the darkest hour</i>

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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always in the darkest hour
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Posted on March 21, 2012 at 02:24:01 AM by S h i v a

UNFINISHED :(

Indulging. If there was one thing the demoness couldn't resist, was the blood that pulsed through every single living organism. The taste was beyond comparable to anything else within the world. To resist an offer or chance to have that crimson liquid soak into her tastebuds, painting her tongue the same color as it lingers within her mouth. Unbearable. It was an automatic frenzy; lashed out against anything that was in the path of her wrath-after all, her jagged ivories weren't just there for looks. The tools were more than just a little handy; especially when it came to fighting or hunting-mixed with the strength that the ochroid ess controlled very explicitly. One look at the lithe frame of the girl and surely one would have a disadvantage against her. Underestimation. Very powerful, judgement was. Shiva's golden frame was quite feminine in a way; all delicious curves and gracefulness, but yet there, underneath all that velvety fur, stood firm muscles that practically no one stood a chance against. If one does not believe, then actions speak louder, yes? Innocent. The word made the fatale snort in humor. Was anyone truly innocent? Weren't we all granted with that viscious side that could come out at the most important times? Obviously if you havn't experienced this, your life has been completely wrong. Frankly, if anything then, you aren't anything like Shiva. No one is.

Piercing amber orbs sliced through the shadow-filled air, the blanket of black smothering the land, and engulfing every life form that dared to enter it's depths. The indomitable aroma hit her nostril's, seizing her steady footfalls in an instant, as though her body had slammed into a brick wall. Iron, metallic, salt and rust ..the mixture of all intoxicating perfumes wifted and swirled together to allow the all too conversant stench to infiltrate the Destroyer's nostrils. Remaining still-practically frozen-, the maiden breathed deep, examinating and surveying the smells throughout the wind. It was musty, but old; the old blood of a carcus not nearly even a day old. A shiver of pleasure racked down Shiva's ochroid spine as the recognization processed. It was of her own kind. A varg. A wolf. A brethren. A slow smile slides mischievously over the fae's ebony kissers, automatically she had turned in the direction, luminaries already adjusted to the lack of light and they searched in all directions in search of the dead being.

The stiff body lay across the terra firma, blood dripping from the mangled wound around it's trechea. The most vital place ripped apart and left to cleanse the earth in the sticky liquid. As for Shiva, she held no pity for any organisms. Inexorable. Wasting no time, the vixen closed the distance between herself and the body greedily, checking for any bug life infesting its pores or lifeless body. Finding sincere satisfaction in the choice of her meal, there was a seconds flash of gold and ivory as her teeth broke skin; no screams or whines as she wished would happen, but the lust brought saliva pulsing throughout the gal's mouth until it lapped against the blood of the dead stranger. Eventually the fire that had been ignited within her chest, throat, and eyes was quenched and slowly extinguished. Just as quickly, the ghastly demoness left the blood-soaked scene and returned onto her normal travels. There was no time to cleanse, or even think about her personal appearance, for who the hell gave a fuck anyways, before delicate audettes perked above the regal crown. A haunting sort-of-howl echoed throughout the land; calling to the brave ones, but if it wasn't for the eerie, distinct tone the the song, the demoness wouldn't have even payed any attention to it. But this one was different; could use some work on it's power, but it was something that even her own ears would enjoy to hear again.

Recalculating her course, the golden fatale found herself nearing the power-wrecked cavern. A place known for it's dark stories of the beast that once dwelled in the rocky room-a place that suited the

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