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 22, 2012 at 00:34:16 AM by S h i v a
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Amusement. The emotion stood steadily in the demon's gaze that stood before the vampiress; Seems the hessian found her obvious dislike towards Cheshire to be humorous, which in some way she couldn see why he would be. As her words processed in the ivory leader's ingenious mind, Shiva watched as a satisfacted smile spread across his obsidian kissers. Ochroid audettes swivelled lightly at the demon's words, welcoming her to Hell and calling himself Naraku. "Naraku.." The word seemed slow, an attempt to get the pronounciation correct and making it sound like she was simply addressing him in a pleasant manner, "I have been to Hell... And let me tell you, it is much better than right in this very spot." Shiva cooed the words with a slight smirk across her features, her amber optics sparking with fire that quickly died down as her gaze fleeted over the two companions that stood by Naraku's side. The immediate rejection of her approach was obvious in the sandy-colored hessian's eyes, and the maiden could tell he thought of her to be disrespectful. Perhaps for not submitting? Of course, one could not simply imply the reason behind his actions or emotions, and Shiva sure as hell didn't give a fuck. Quickly upon the vampiress's arrival, yet another male had stepped up to the plate, dishing his name as Barron and saying he had heard rumors of Naraku's plan. His plan. The pallid demon had not even told us what it was he had called us for, obviously the scarred brute must have his story wrong. Automatically Shiva's delicate cranium shifted to the side, piercing amber optics lingering on Naraku's phlagmetic expression, wondering just once to know what he was thinking of the newest arrival's pyschic skills. Ha! Judgement. Happens pretty often in most cases. One judges a book by it's cover, but others actually take the time to skim the pages; as of right now, the golden fatale's information on Barron was easily leading her towards the fact that he was a know-it-all, must-be-in-charge type. Mayhaps she could be wrong, considering he did come her as a follower, but it was still the fact that the golden fatale had heard of how many packs the ebon hessian had challenged and lost, which could easily be taken as a disadvantage. As for the courage and persistance; that was a great advantage. Onto the next catastrophe, shall we? Ignoring Barron now, Shiva's body tensed at the sound of fastly approaching paw steps, hackles raising lightly and lips curling up to show a flash of her acuate tools as she turned her crown to watch a dainty female run straight to Naraku. The urge to jump forward and nip at her side as she passed was easily overcome, but the disdain in Shiva's features never disappeared as she stared at her. Dull amber optics watched at the reunion between the two, the tense figure that she once had relaxed to a regular stance, but the lack of joy that the girl had appeared was obvious in her annoyed facial features. The innocent maiden didn't seem like she'd be much help at all; Hell, she could be the damn omega of the group. Weak and useless for all Shiva cared. The obvious words that ejaculated from the newest lass's maw caused her to roll amber oculurs, "Noo, he's not here.. that's why he's standing right in front of you." The sarcastic words were inaudible from the girl, but yet the irked feeling that permeated from Shiva should have been enough to scare her-or at least tick her off. Now that would be an interesting way to start off the meeting. Let's just try and see if this dainty little being could even get near the golden demoness's personal space without her taking a chunk out of her jugular. Saliva formed in Shiva's mouth at the thought of the blood igniting against her tastebuds; On second thought, please do have her come foward. Thoughts were interupted by a gust of wind brought the aroma of fresh blood to her nostrils, causing her orchroid, delicate skull to snap in the directioin of the tri-colored hessian as he swiftly passes us by, grabbing a bone from one of the skeletons. Cocking an imaginary eyebrow, she glanced down at the skeleton to the left of me and then back towards the brute, whom had now made his way to the center of the auditorium. His home? The assumption almost made her snort in laughter, but she held in her giggles and listened onward. Delom; The Bringer of Death. Interesting nickname. Doesn't get you too far in these neck of woods, though. There was a satisfied look to Shiva's expression right then, but it all broke off as his next add-on sentence escaped his jowls. 'As long as you don't touch my precious kills.' Was he serious, or was he bragging about all the bones tossed across the ground? Eyeing him carefully, the vixen swiftly kicked a bone across the terra firma, the light sounds as it skidded across the hard ground echoed throughout the area. As it passed Delom, it halted a few feet past him and I couldn't help but smirk, danger and mischief glimmering throughout her fire-stricken orbs. "Oops." After everything was settled, the next varg entered the cavern's depths, but she didn't find nothing spectacular. The brute was muscular and all, but he seemed like the typical full-of-himself hardass that everyone wished to be. Oh well, the more warriors the better-lets just hope he will do more damage than recieve it. Although, the next one caught the sinner's attention. A ghastly figure appeared from the darkness, his last kill latched onto his ivories and clenched within his maw. Lifting her upperlip slightly in disguist, she let her amber luminaries trail him as he carefully sets down his snack. "Okay, that's fine; lets just kill a fucking pup instead of looking for a real challenge out of a mature wolf. Lets not give the younger ones a chance to fight, it's all good!" Shiva's thoughts were growled throughout her mind, but her stare was blank with distaste towards the male, but that was nothing like the distaste she felt for the next arrival. Inward came yet another female, her look was frantic and exhilerated, as if she knew someone was in here and she just had to find him before her heart popped out of her chest. The lass's eyes flittered back and forth between members of the meeting until they landed on a male, whom seemed to be built much like they were related. A family get together today, is it? Many renunions seem to have been happening. The fatale hissed a few words about Scarface and 'Mummy's home.' Oh great. It was obvious that her son didn't give the proper greeting in the beginning, and she winced and stepped back from his harsh words. Once again the irked feeling crept back up Shiva's spine, and she couldn't help but have the disdain seep into her posture. Counting herself in on the plot, which has YET to be stated, the fatale slides past Shiva's own frame as she makes her way towards Naraku. Rubbing her body against the dominant demon, Shiva raised herself onto all fours as the maiden spoke and stretched her legs, mumbling words that were only audible to the two closest wolves, and perhaps anyone who's hearing was impaired. "Such disrespect." she sneered. It was obvious she didn't like the girl, but then again...who did Shiva like?  |
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