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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pleasure and pain walk hand in hand [ Naraku plot cont. ]
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Posted on March 31, 2012 at 08:44:41 PM by S h i v a




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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 horrendous souls that haunted the earth, just living within the shadows and striking unrelentingly. There was always the thought of who were to be there before she made her appearance; what if she was the only female to enter the dangerous scheme? Honestly, she wouldn't doubt it. Every damn female that the demoness has met had been too scared to even take down their own meal, let alone be a cannibal. With each gliding stride, the distance was closed between the cavern and her lithe frame, and few powerful stenches filled her nostrils. Wrinkling her nose, she recognized the colognes to be males, not a female in range. Figures. Shrugging off the notice, the ochroid girl let the shadows consume her, letting them intertwine with her pelt as she carressed them generously. Breathing in the earthy scent, her delicate audettes twitched to the sound of a male's voice, the tone childesh but seductive. Already at his words, Shiva wouldn't be surprised if he would be chased off by the few others who lingered there, if not them, it would be her.

Each pawstep was silent, body relaxed but cautious, the common phlagmetic facade plastered upon her like a mask. Ebony lips were lifted lightly, to the point where the jagged ivories peeked out from their shelter, her bright amber oculurs soft, but serious. "Cutest most adowable demon at your service." She lets her lyrics flow forth, mimicking the other male as she turns the corner with an amused snort. "Lets add idiotic and useless into the clot of adjectives while were at it. Obviously one who doesn't take these situations seriously doesn't diserve to be here. If thats the case, then he is just like the other low-lifes in this rotting world." The maiden's amber luminaries narrowed at this so-called Cheshire, watching as he lowered himself to the terra firma in a simple submission. Fighting the urge to roll her eyes, she turned her attention to the other hessians standing side by side. Switching from one to another, she scanned each one quickly, starting with the sandy grey male whom liesurely layed down with a boring expression on his palette, just waiting for his commander to do something to this submitting fool. Next was the pallid wolf who stood on the other side, this one having a obvious connection with the two to his side.

Each of these wolves were nothing compared to the one who stood in the middle, full of power and dominance-plans for the future. The multi-toned male was the obvious leader of the three, and the one whom sent out the spine-chilling call that she yearned to hear again. Locking her amber stargazers with his for a split moment, she could tell he was in for a devious plan. Something Shiva was totally in for. Returning her gaze back toward the brute on the ground, the girl shook her apex and let her words flow into the tiny cavern, "Call me Shiva, and if you think I'm going to take a dirt bath at your paws then I have been thinking wrong about you already." She was almost positive that the smell of the dead wolf upon her lips and mixed within her breath would reach their senses soon, and already knew they could see the faded scars and lingering blood on almost every part of her body. Waiting for an answer, Shiva's line of vision flickered between them all, watching their reactions intently as stood unmoving with patience.

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