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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Posted on April 12, 2012 at 01:06:23 AM by Byakuya
The cave was dark and musty, openings dotted here and there along the walls of the chamber that they reclined in. The boy was enjoying the cool drafts fleeing through the many chasms thoroughly, as it was a kind reprieve after the warmth of the sun outside. He surveyed the action going on in the cavern as several other monsters joined the band of three. His lord would be pleased that so many were hearkening to the call. The creature first to appear was a varg. He acted in a way that seemed childish to the point of idiosy, but you could see a deeper, more dangerous intelligence if you looked into his eyes. He moved into the meeting place with an admirable swagger, ignoring the two creatures who were in secondary. He flounced in a flirtatious circle around the lord, who replied in an equal manner, and introduced himself. Apparently he was “Cheshire,” the “cutest, most adowable demon.” The demon, as he named himself, made a move toward the servant in passing, to witch the boy replied with a neutral nod. He then plopped to the ground, seemingly tired. It was a rather strange thing to do, but Byakuya couldn't care less what he did, so long as he served a purpose and didn't endanger his liege. The second was a femme, with orbs of a fey amber and an odor of blood that permeated the air around her. She moved with a ghostly grace that made her seem more of an apparition than flesh and blood. This brought to mind the topic of the rumors that floated through the winds of Blossom Forest. It was a rumor about a beast that supposedly made it's home in the caverns, lurking in the dark and killing without mercy those who stepped into it's dark abode. The tall boy wondered what wolf, in times that were now mystery, was the original monster of the cavern. He was probably simply one of the skeletons that littered the ground of this place. Time ravaged all, but the soul of the first beast still survived, eternally living in this place by virtue of his legacy. Perhaps, if the multiple demons that would serve a purpose in forwarding the lord's plan, took this place as their own, in times to come there would be other stories, stories of a band of spirits that would steal the soul of a hapless victim. The femora talked now, raising her syllables to grace the bloodstained air around them. She named herself Shiva, a name taken after the demon slaying god. It was a good name for one who may help the group rid the world of the unclean, lighthearted foolishness that surrounded all of the land around them. A third walking catastrophe stepped into the lime light of their little coven. He entered, looking over the group. When Shiva had finished speaking, the newest arrival stood forward and introduced himself. He was called Barron. As he spoke, he also added the information that he had heard about Naraku's movement in a rumor. This fact perturbed him, as well as his lord, he could tell, but neither Byakuya nor the other let it show. The brujo who had delivered this new revelation shook himself before setting his flag so it would brush the ground. The leader replied to him, giving him a welcoming to their dark clan. As he was surprised when the boy had shared the knowledge that there was information out on them, he was more interested when he caught a whiff of the newest arrival. Red Reaper. That was a familiar scent. She had been an inhabitant of the same pack as he and Naraku had grown up in. Naraku had been an alpha pup, and because he was one of the serving class, and she was not, Red Reaper was also Byakuya's superior. She used to be very fond of his lord, and as a constant companion to Naraku, the servant had spent much time with her. She flew toward the darkling as if her feet were lightened with Hermes’s winged sandals, letting out a joyful cry. It seems that she had escaped the overbearing guard of her ever vigilante parents. She wrapped around the boy, seeming to be filled with joy by seeing him again. Byakuya smiled internally, the girl was the same as ever. A new hell creature came into being around their circle as they sat, stood, or lay, respectively. It came out of one of the deep craggy holes that led into the very depths of the ground's maw. It pulled away one of the bones attached to the leg of one of the skeletons. He moved strait to the king, informed by some knowledge of intuition that he was the one who would control them all. He called himself “Delom.” His smile was one graced with the bright and ingenious flare of insanity, and he bore the confidence of a soul who has fought and killed before. A good person to have on your side. He lay down on the ground, comfortably chewing on the bone of a creature now haunting the depths of Hades that the crags undoubtedly gave an entrance to. A new song now graced the air with it's strong lyrics. It seems that the latest creature had arrived. He entered, swimming out of the entwining shadows into the group's vision. His face was mangled, a portion of what it once had been. To live through such injuries, the warrior must have been stronger that what would be considered average. He greeted the group, asking about what the festivities were that would cause a group such as themselves to gather in this place. It was a meet of the strongest, and the elite would be finding their way in, called by the enchanting, as well as enticing, howl. The silver warrior watched as each of these new ones came, drawn like a moth to the flame of one who had the motivation and strength to unite them and make a reality what only they could do. Not any wolf in the entire aria that was the land called Blossom Forest had what those who will and have joined in this coven bring with them. The servant warrior was not like these, who yearned to act. He was his lord's being, an extension of his will, like an extra appendage, never allowing his emotions or thoughts to leave his body in any form. Thus he was willing to sit still, simply observing throughout the action, and let his lord do as he wished. It was not his place to act. . 
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- and now the dark begins to rise - By Gollum April 17, 2012 at 00:41:35 AM
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unfinished. - By S h i v a April 28, 2012 at 06:32:32 PM
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