Strange new <i>lands:</i> <sub>Curiouser and curiouser...</sub>

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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Strange new lands: _{Curiouser and curiouser...}
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Posted on June 3, 2012 at 01:05:03 PM by Melky Way

Grass crinkling understep, twigs combing, scratching on hide, thorns dragging at pelt, toughened pads scraping against scrabbling dirt; all of these sensations and more were well familiar to the brown canine who squeezed by a couple of trees at present, bark clinging roughly to his fur as he brushed past. He had gone through many kinds of terrain, and even more forests he had traversed. Wanderlust, it was called, the feeling that you couldn�t get enough of the world, had to see everything, was constantly on the move to see new sights; he would hate to be tied down in just one territory for the rest of his life. He had to see everything, experience everything worth experiencing. For curiosity�s sake.

The wolf had a name. It was one he�d had since his was little, and when he was growing up, and when he was grown. Even at his age, he still kept it. There was little reason not to. Olley, after all, saw no shame in his name. It was simply a name, and little more. And so, he treated it that way. Of course, sometimes, it brought a smile, and once, to his surprise, a look a pity from other wolves. Such overreactions, those were; he himself saw nothing wrong with a little humor in the world, so did not see the trouble in having such a name. He liked finding humor, and was pleased whenever someone smiled at his name. In his opinion, everyone was too serious for their own good. After all, if you could find happiness, you had to cling to it, because otherwise, you�d be dragged down in sorrows. This was called �angst�, and he thought it only appropriate for teenagers to dope around moaning self-centeredly about the unfairness of life, as he had done when he was young quite melodramatically. Everyone else was too old or too young for such silliness. Depression, however, was a serious illness that he took seriously� and so, was another matter entirely.

Olley was wandering around when he found BlossomForest, with a peculiarly pained leader. She was never mentioned throughout the realm, he discovered, and never met with any of the packs anymore. Kaive was rather like a ghost, actually, and only newcomers to the magical land could find her, just once, when she found them and led them inside the mysterious wood. This was very curious to the adventure-loving soul, and though he was certain that he would never again find anything alluding to the mystery, Olley decided he would always recognize if ever a clue appeared.

He was just travelling north of the Blossom Fields again, and his path veered slightly to the left, in case he decided that he should go to Prey Plateau again. He had, after all, no idea how long his meandering road would take to walk on to the next stop, and if it should take a few days, he had to be near Prey Plateau so he could get sustenance. Actually, he remembered suddenly, Prey Plateau was more than convenient for its hunting grounds, as he had a large carcass stored there from a very lucky hunt that he had gone on. Not that it had much to do with his travelling right now; it was simply a convenience, in case he had to go off of his course (whatever that course may be).

He wasn�t sure how long he would have walked through the forest in that manner, sightseeing, listening to the chatter of squirrels, and quarreling of aviators, and reflecting. There was a lot to experience, and he drank it in, laughing silently, entertained by the things he observed. He ducked under a tree branch to enter a clearing, freeing himself from the trees with a few steps, not noticing anything until he was absolutely ready. Olley enjoyed taking his time. Suddenly he had to jump aside as an eagle, incredibly, swooped down beside him, and grabbed a large hare that ran past. He watched it fly away with its struggling prey captive in its large talons for a while, until it was a shadow against the sky. And then he turned his gaze back earthward, around the same time the forest tentatively continued its activity, as though knowing that a predator was hunting, and probably wasn�t done, but things had to be said and done regardless of the near future. And then he saw what he had been too distracted by the eagle to see what was plainly in his midst.

Olley supposed that he must have been walking closer toward Prey Plateau than he had judged, because bowling deep into the cliff�s side and sloping downward like a tunnel was dark cavern. The cave was interesting enough, but it went so far in, he noticed as he stepped closer, that he couldn�t tell whether there would be tunnels leading to mysterious places. His curiosity was peaked. He approached slowly, then stepped in carefully, hesitantly, olive green eyes shining in the last beam of light before they were shadowed. Olley walked into the dark of the cave slowly, taking his time to listen, for things left behind as well as what was ahead. He stepped around the stalagmites on the ground, and glanced an eye up at the stalactites on the ceiling, taking note of them, before deeming them to be not of interest. The damp, rocky smell of the cave wasn�t the only scent his nares picked up; there were also stale scents of other animals, but as he walked in, only the stale wolf scent remained, as though no other animal tread. And then all other smells were swallowed up by the rock, and he stopped, surprised at the sudden shift. Then he backed up one step, and looked behind him. Olley then let a ghost of a smile flit across his face. How laughable that he should be surprised at a strong odor. And there was so much more of the cavern to be explored� did it run under prey plateau? Wouldn�t he find moles and such? What a funny thought that a creature so mundane would run around the empty, rock-floored tunnels so unsuited to its kind. It was more likely that he�d run into a bear, if he ran into everyday creatures, or any creatures, at all when he chose to go exploring. But he still had to wonder at the peculiar existence of the cave. It was so huge, it couldn�t be passed off as nothing.

What secrets did this place hold deep inside?

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