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 May 2, 2012 at 09:14:23 PM by kushina
 After the pack meeting had ended, I found that it would be most wise to just go and look for that herb that I was in search of a few days before I entered the Bright Moon territory. To help heal my torn ligament, the certain root was vital- otherwise I would probably be walking with a limp the rest of my life… that’d be interesting… with such an ugly color dyed into my pelt, matted fur, and scratches all over me, a lame leg will just help to make me look even more of a refuge than I already am. Slipping out of the territory was more difficult than I had imagined it’d be… I nearly ran into that strange red soul, whose name has eluded my audettes (although I’m sure he mentioned it to whomever had arrived late to the meeting… but why would he care about a soul such as myself? He wouldn’t), while he was marking the borders and such. After he moved on to another route, I quickly scampered off (sprinting as fast as my wounded limbs would go) into the abyss, and I broke free of the territory.. none should worry, however, for I will be back. I am not leaving this place as I did with Bright Moon. Some vargs can sense rain on the way… I can’t do that, but I can taste it on my kissers as the electrical volts surge through the atmosphere, colliding with one another and creating friction. Rain also has a strange scent… it has the same properties of blood- just without the grotesque stench of defeat about it… I’ve always found rain a mysterious thing.. perhaps it can.. wash away my sins.. and I’m always hoping that the crimson in my cloak will wash out and leave my hue a pallid ivory, like that of the stars that shine during the dark of night. But as reality goes, this isn’t even possible…at all. And when I look back at myself, with rain pounding down, the red rock color is still firmly rooted into my skin. Today, though, I do not have time to be thinking about how ugly I am- but the taste of rain is of high amount in the graying ozone. The pain is increasing in my left hind column, and a good rub of poultice on my palette will help to heal the pathetic excuse of wounds- the scratches I gained from running too quickly. Once again, my mind is brought right back to that unknown Alpha. He had the same cloak color as I did- and that alone was what kept me on the topsy-turvy globe beneath my pillars. He fascinated me to no extent, though there was a strong resistance to make contact with him… I have never let anyone in.. except for an elder, who passed away right before the genocide of my birth pack, who went by the name of Tach. The only reason he got a peek inside my heart was because he was blind, and had no ill feelings against me. For Fenris’ sake, he told me that one’s heart is better to look at than the color of their pelt. The rain begins to fall as I think about him… well… at least the sky can cry for the girl who doesn’t have the spare time or emotions to. It took me a while to figure out what in the name of Tor I was specifically looking for.. and a few tries before I finally found the source of its not-so-pungent perfume. I’m not a healer, so I wouldn’t know the name of this root even if my life had depended on it, but I needed it, so by goly, I was going for it. Soon, the soil from my matted clumps of fur was washed out by the rain which, by now, was pouring down, and thunder rumbled closely behind me. Instantly, my hackles raised. If there was anything that I feared more than death itself, and the murderers from the genocide of my pack, was thunder. It’s a childish fear, really, but there’s nothing I can do about it… I had no caring mother who would engulf me with her warmth when I began to shake and tremble… and that trembling is taking place now, sending shivers down my already soaked mass. But the lightning that came a little while after illuminated the cave that was near to the place I’d gotten the root from… One onethousand, two onethousand… BOOOM! I squeaked a little and slunk into the darkness, letting myself take a quick break away from the fears that haunted every one of my nightmares when I was but a youngling. The refuge that the gaping caverns mandible gave me was reassuring… not as much as I would like to say, but beggars can’t be choosers. But not a minute or two after I’d found myself inside the dry place, my paws took a big dip right in the middle of a puddle of water. Looking down with dilated seas, my optics widened, and I realized that the sound I’d heard earlier was indeed from the cave itself. Eavesdroppers pricked up to an erect position by now, I looked around, hackles raised and ivories bared to show their glinting pearly coverings to whomever had the time to look. Behind me, another flash of lightning split the darkened atmosphere into two and tendrils of light licked up the sky, but disappeared nearly as soon as they showed themselves. In front of me, two piercing emerald stargazers caught my heart and I did a double take. Because of the fleeting light source, I couldn’t tell the color of whomever it belonged to, but I’m sure they’re not friendly… I’m catching a trace of Cold Summers scent, but then again, that could just be my scent multiplying itself as it usually does when water is thrust upon it so heavily. So here I am, stuck between thunder (a major fear) and a fear of the dark (or what lies within it). Clenching the foul tasting root ever more grippingly, I take a few steps back towards the entrance, ears pressed against my cranial, yet a dangerous look glinting in my glossy stargazers. It’s clear now that I have the beginnings of tears in my optics- but I’ll defend myself and announce that it’s mainly from the fright of the sound resonating within each and every single one of my organs that lay within my feminine bodice. Trembling is still taking place, partially because a potential threat to my well being is looking right at me, and I can’t even see if I should be afraid or not! Heart beats fast under my ribcage, and soon my vision is kaleidoscope… afterall, I dare not look away from where I saw the startling gaze of whomever is sharing the space with me. Yet, not only are my limbs tired, but my whole entire being is… I haven’t slept for three or four days, catching only little catnaps when I know it’s safe to let my guard down … and it’s finally grappling with me… Moving into a position where I can escape if I need to, or fight to protect myself, I toss the root outside, where it lands in the bushes around four feet from the entrance. That way, if I do need to run, my mandible will be free for use, and I can make a getaway with my root. A low growl escapes my kissers, yet it’s a bluff. My courage and bravery have been locked in a chest a while back when I discovered that fleeing was my best bet at surviving this cruel world. Therefore, I wait patiently. I will not be the one to make the first move. I have never been, mostly because I learned from birth that my mouth and lyrics were of no value to those who heard them. Nor were my efforts to make everyone like me… that ended in such a failure, actually… that I doubt it will be easy getting my courage back out of that locked box. A roll of thunder echoes past me, and I remain with my pillars in defense mode, though offense is also a key role hidden within the folds of pathetic fear. Princess || Adult || Loner || Loveless word count: 1392 ooc: i'm sorry... this is kinda a crap post... i'll get better once they start talking.. maybe. XD or else Kushi-chan's just gonna run for it... haha! |
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- If I go C r a z y then will you still call me SUPERMAN - By Kryptonite May 3, 2012 at 01:53:31 AM
. red thread of fate . - By .kushina. May 3, 2012 at 10:53:51 PM
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