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 14, 2012 at 09:58:12 PM by King Kong
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There are definitely things I can see in Akina's eyes that remind me of myself. She can understand the darker facets that I keep hidden from everyone else but it still doesn't make me want to show her anymore than the glimpses she gets sometimes when I can't help it. It's just so easy to slip when I'm already standing in the shadows. I wonder if it's easier for her to embrace her darker side here too. When I glance her way finally, it seems like her thoughts are drifting elsewhere. I wonder if she's thinking of Titan. I'm sure she must wonder about him, worry about him. I wonder if he does the same. How can he keep leaving his family if he loves them so much? I think back to my mate and how she betrayed me. I wonder what our pups would have looked like. Would they have even been mine? Who knows what she was doing with that other male while my back was turned. My anger only spikes when I think about it so I brush the thoughts from my mind. It doesn't matter. I never got the family I wanted. I wonder if Akina will ever have another family. Probably not as long as her heart is hung on Titan. I don't see her being the type to run off to another male. Freedom was different. Freedom was more than a mate to her, he was a life long friend. I figured this much out all by myself. I could tell by the way they looked at each other. When Akina speaks, it's to confirm what I already know. She does understand, at least now. She probably never would have understood if that wolf had never come for her pups. That's bad when something that tragic has to happen before you can understand what's going on in a monster's head. I can tell by her gentle eyes that she doesn't see me that way. That she sees the quiet gentle male I've forced myself to become. After all, if I get too outspoken, too cocky, then who knows? Maybe that monster will come back. I remember when I used to be charming and outgoing and friendly. I remember when I used to chase females and flirt without abandon. Those were the good days but never again. I can see worry in her eyes when I talk about my dreams. Of course she wishes she could do something about it. Wishes she could lift this curse like a healer and heal my soul. But she doesn't have that ability. No one does. I feel her move a little closer and when she whimpers, my ears flick back and my skin ripples, wishing I could comfort her but too afraid to touch her. When she starts talking, I can tell that she's letting it all off of her shoulders and then I smell the salty wetness of tears. I don't dare look at her face, too afraid of what I might do in response. I've always hated it when a wolf cries, especially a female wolf. My mate used to know how to do that to get whatever she wanted because tears melt me more than anything. I stiffen, unsure of what to do, what to say. She's on a touchy subject and she doesn't even know it. Well, she knows it's touchy for her, it probably always has been. She probably has no clue how touchy it is for me though, knowing that he hurts her like this. My words do seem to do something for her though. Her eyes get that faraway look and I can only assume she's thinking about her pups, perhaps just one or two or all of them as a whole. I can only hope that she takes my words to heart and know that they're true. There will never be a replacement for her. She is their mother and nothing can take that away. She continues following my words before finally smiling and lifting her gaze to my own. When she speaks, I listen with ears pricked and my eyes widen a bit in surprise at what she says. I make an impact, on her of all wolves? Sure, I knew she needed some cheering up but I didn't think it would mean that much to her. My eyes grow sad again. Every little bit helps I guess. Yet the defeat in my voice is obvious. There's still so much more bad that I've done. This little bit of good barely makes a scratch on it, at least to me. I still have so much more redemption, so much more forgiveness that I have to earn. My eyes are captured by her graceful movement though as Akina moves toward a hole in the ceiling. My ears flicker back and forth, unsure, eyes watching her as if entranced as she steps into the light, her multi toned coat sparkling like a gem. It's duller because of her health going downhill but I can see her now for just how fully beautiful she is and how beautiful she can be. My own eyes gleam without me knowing it, just being able to see something so awe inspiring. She speaks once more and my ears can't help but flick back once more when she brings up Titan again. When she flips it back to me though, I prick them once more, wanting to hear everything she might have to say. It just seems so much more important when she says something. My eyes widen once more, taken aback when she tells me how I have everything she'd ever want in a mate. Me? Of all wolves, I'm the last wolf she should think of as possible mate material. I want to shake my head, to tell her she's wrong and that I'm none of those things, not anymore. Handsome? I once thought myself handsome, back when I was young and headstrong and nothing in the world could stop me from becoming alpha of my own pack. Strong? Yes, I fought and earned my scars and trained hard and became the king I'd always wanted to be. I lost all that when the monster took over but I gained it back after the second time I beat him back, taking my mind and body back and I jumped right back into training to become the strong wolf I once was. Muscle wise, I feel like I'm in my prime again. I know that I can fight tooth and nail with any wolf I go up against. I have experience on my side. I have sanity on my side. Perhaps that line is thin when I get angry but I'm good about keeping my temper. I've never been real hot headed. Sweet? Now that's something I strive to be every day of my existance, or at least helpful anyway. I'm about to say something but then she chuckles and it's the sweetest sound I've ever heard. It echoes off of the stone cavern walls and it stays with me even when the sound is gone. Then she steps forward toward me and I can feel her sweet breath tickling my skin. I want to move away, I want to turn and run but my feet are frozen to the ground. I stare into her soft eyes, wishing they weren't so filled with shadows of doubt, wishing I could take that all away. When she speaks this time, it goes right to my core, telling me that my purpose is to make a girl happy because then I'll have a future. In that moment, it makes perfect sense. Make myself happy but more importantly, make someone else happy and then it will all just go away. No more nightmares because I'll have a future to look forward to, not just this useless existance where I look for purposes, missions to fulfill. My voice comes out harsh and hoarse, my voice deep and filled with emotion. Maybe. It's all I can think of to say. My eyes pierce into her gaze, wishing I could see everything she must be thinking. What does she think about when she's standing so close to me? Is she thinking about Titan and how it felt being this close to him? She seems to contemplate something for a moment before offering me a smile and then she steps even closer, the cold air between us smothering me as the gap closes and she brushes her fur against mine. I sitffen automatically but feeling her pushing into me so dependently, I can tell that she needs this and surprisingly, I think I need it just as much. Slowly my muscles relax into the embrace and I lower my jaw over her shoulder, my reassurance that I'm here for her. It's as much of a promise as I've ever given to anyone since I lost my mate so long ago. I've steered clear of them ever since that fateful day but something about Akina draws me in and who am I to say no? She's a lot stronger than she thinks. |
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