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 3, 2012 at 10:53:51 PM by .kushina.
 It seemed like hours before the thud of pads caught my attention. I wasn’t quite sure if I needed to run or not… the scent of whatever the creature was, was approaching quicker than I wanted it to, and my heart was beatin fast as the slowed pawsteps neared towards me, closing the distance between our two souls. Lightning erupted from behind me as I lowered into a hunch, putting my tummy to the cold floor, but not in submission. But because of the position, I could still only see those startling jade optics. Mimicking a lioness that stalked its prey was quite an easy feat for me to accomplish.. not that I know what in the world a lioness is, but I’ll use it for comparison so you can have a detailed visual of the Lion King’s Nala stalking Pumba through the grass. Closer and closer the green-eyed creature came, and suddenly, a voice broke through the silence. “Kushina?” it asked, quizzically. Disoriented from the woozy feeling storms leave you with- the kind where you just want to lay down and go to sleep, and from the previous mention of a lack of sleep, I snarled again, my courage pumping up a little as I slithered forward, ivories in attack position and claws clicking against the rock surface of the terra beneath me. I acted upon impulse. I’ll defend myself that much. My ivories were at his throat by the time he announced his title as Kryptonite, and another flash of lightning revealed to me that he was the same varg I’d seen at the pack meeting. Instantly, my pupils narrowed to skimpy little dots, and I backed up, jarring myself against the cold, damp wall of the cavern. Now the cold summers scent was all up in my narettes, intoxicating my mind even more to the point that it was making me sick. My shoulder blades jammed against the sharp side of the cave as they adjacently intercepted it. The slick trickle of blood raced down my right one, but I didn’t care much to bend back and clean myself up. I was too busy cowering, tail tucked in… Hell, I could still taste his skin on my tongue. To think that I’d murdered the newly appointed king was out of wack. And honestly, it was too much to bear for one day of memoirs. I waited for him to lash back at me, murderously angered by the fact that I’d nearly killed him… that my pearly ivories had been at his throat before he could even announce his name… if that had been me, I would have seen my life flash before my optics- or perhaps not even realize he was there at all until the points of the daggars were at my throat, too late for a reaction to take place. I was quietly, though, inching towards the mouth of the cavern yet again. Thunder rumbled twice after a series of lightning flashes bared their fangs at the darkness of the sickened sky. Trembling from that fear of the sound still, submissive for my alpha, and a pathetic look of ill and utter defeat on my palette, it was a wonder why I had made it this far and still survived. But I did- and I believe that’s because I have murderous instincts behind the cowardice within me… ones that flush all sense of self preservation out my mind and into the darkness. Like a mongoose challenging a cobra, I may look frail and weak on the outside, but inside this head, there’s an assassin waiting to come and pop out of the foliage, with blood suckers ready to taste the metallic liquid that drips from one’s veins. I started a little when I finally did reach the opening that had led me in here in the first place. I would rather risk the fear from thunder than judgment from- by goly, I hadn’t even noticed that he’d told me his name… his coloring had been the only thing that got me off of his larynx a few minutes ago… where my lovely killers had been poised above a very important vein that many refer to as the life blood. Kryptonite… what an odd name- then again, I’m not from around here in Blossom, and I’m willing to bet neither is he, but still… guess having unique names is all that one can have… other than their personality of course… and a very egotistic reputation at the least. If that makes sense to you… one more step… this one led to the mushy grass outside, where rain once again splattered itself onto my clean pelt. I quickly took up the opportunity and spun around on my hinds, slashing mud right back up onto my newly cleaned pelt (though its so wet, I look like a half-drowned rat anyway). Self consciously, I darted towards the root I’d gotten earlier… it was even more foul tasting than before because of it having been washed clean of the base, neutralizing soil it grew in… yuck. I made it about four tail lengths before thunder pounded it’s tao drums in the sky yet again. This was one of those storms that lasts for hours on end and floods rivers to much higher than they were meant to be at this time of year. Because of the wet ground, I struggled to keep my ladylike balance… not that it was very ladylike anyway, but I tried my best (to no avail)… afterall, the feat is easier said than done. I was facing a mental wall here. Backing up towards the cave, I glanced halfway back, so that only one of my navy stargazers could be seen by the emerald-eyed jalapeno back there. Fear brought even more tears to my optics, though they quickly soaked in with the driving rain. I’m terrified right now… which way should I go? I take a deep breath, and, root in mouth, raise my tassel a little bit, puff out my chest, and face Krytonite again, as he called himself such… this was a much better route than embarrassing myself when a thunder storm moved in. I tracked back towards him reluctantly, hesitating before I shook off my pelt and entered the cave again. I spoke no words as I tread into lashing distance of the blood red gladiator. What he would do for punishment was of his business, and it was my duty to take whatever he threw at me. Dropping to the ground, I stayed silent, not willing to share my lyrics with the male I’d almost killed. Instead, I gnawed off a piece of that blasted root and crushed it to a thick pulp in my mandible. Nearly vomiting because of the foul bitter taste, I applied it onto the tear in my leg. It wouldn’t have been visible if my pelt had stayed murky and muddy, like the bottom of a very unhealthy pond… but now that it was clean- well it was probably the best time to use my head and put the stinging stuff on the wound. Lap after lap, I took only half the root that I’d pulled up and spit the lime green poultice out onto the hurt muscle. There was a heated sensation, then it turned absolutely freezing. After I was finished, I gave the King my undivided attention, staring straight at him- so intense that it would seem that I was looking right through him in fact… oceanic pools waited for his mandible to open… and spill out some words… Princess || Adult || Loner || Loveless word count: 1266 |
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