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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you will never find true happiness [naraku plot cont]
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Posted on June 27, 2012 at 03:04:18 PM by Naraku


It would be reasonable to presume that, at this moment, the fiery pits Hades was an extremely lonely spot . All of the demons who were usual denizens of that place were gathered here, in the stagnant reaches of the Cavern of Secrets. Naraku himself stood at the head of this legion of wicked ghouls, his expression curled into a faint smirk of feral satisfaction. His plans were coming to an exciting beginning. Soon, the foolish mortals who led weak, pathetic existences that shamed the name of the creature wolf would be grovelling at the paws of the mighty. Too long had the balance of light and dark been upset. It seemed as if yin and yang could no longer cooperate to create the ideal situation for all beasts. Compromise was impossible – the illumination had been in control of this forest for far too long. The only thing he could do to re-achieve equilibrium was to allow iniquity to have it's payday. The cruel being's cold crystal eyes glimmered eerily in what faint light filtered through the omnipresent near darkness of the cave . Sounds that only ones of the malignant calibre could explain flowed in the cave – cracking, like the snapping of bones or some other, unknown object, the dripping of water as it streamed from the roof of the devil-filled place and into the collection of stale pools that the property hosted. The warlord's smudged audits flicked backwards and forwards attentively, taking in all of the small rustling that adorned the air.

This, a somewhat amusing endeavour, would surely prove to be rewarding – the dark master would be sure to make all of his hopes into a viscous and bloody reality. His sapphire's had trained themselves on the face of Shiva, the bone-hued goddess, as she entered the chamber and began to converse with him, her sultry tones making his dubbance seem to have a deadly meaning as her tongue played with the word. His lips twisted into their characteristic smirk once more as he scrutinized the faerie. Her next words pleased him greatly, cementing his appreciation for her company in his mind. He replied to the fey lyrics, his voice a predatory purr laced with a hint of deep, dominant ferality. “Do not worry, Shiva, we shall improve upon this world.” He sought out her eyes for a moment and hoped to make contact with the deep amber of her smoldering pools, a contact that would hold some significance in the way of stating his tactic enjoyment of her nefarious presence.

If she had allowed him to make eye contact as he suspected she would (to turn away would be strangely submissive for a demon such as she), he would allow himself to turn his attention toward the next topic of interest. The dreadful manifestation of a hellish being appeared, it's form discernible through the curtain of darkness that hung like a dark smog throughout the entirety of the caverns. The boy carried himself in a peculiar way, his motions and actions screaming of the festering mind-sore of insanity. Naraku had smelled him before, and the sounds of brittle bones snapping had come from the direction this monster had hailed from. Dire gems once more employed themselves to their piercing as he gazed at the beast, who had not immediately come forward, rather choosing to do some strange business. The brown and white wolf had entered the room, then set about to rip a bone from one of the four skeletal frames lining the walls. Although he felt the tiniest, petty tinge of melodramatic irritation that this new arrival had decimated the tasteful interior decor, it passed quickly as it became apparent to Naraku how delightful psychotic this recruit was. The reclining satan's lips had settled back into an impassive facial position, but that set faltered and was tugged into the ghost of a smirk as he digested the bronco's words. “I'm sure we can arrange to avoid your kills, Delom. You may address me as Naraku, if you so wish it.” The stag picked the bone that had previously clattered to the floor and made his way to the edge of the group and began to gnaw on it.

When he had first voiced the haunting melody that had called numerous canines to the cave, he had heard an answer, a fierce cry that meant some wolf had hearkened to his call and was coming to join the little tea party of fiends. He had waited for this ghoul as he set about welcoming the others, and was not disappointed. The replier had strode into the hall of death, his large frame carried strongly. The stallion had a mangled face, one marred by a glorious scar that would forever convolute what could have been a very handsome set of features. Naraku did not mind scars; he carried a rather impressive slash himself, a pink line that threaded its way over his right eye. He did not judge a wolf by looks, but rather by their strength and their ability to kill. This wolf did not appear to be one that would not be able to slay many-a-foe. He nodded his head, a minuscule dip of salutations. “I'll tell you the particulars of our game later.”

It would seem like the amount of twisted beings in these parts was indefinite. Just when Naraku was about to assume that all other wolven in the aphotic cave were too craven to show their faces at such a bold meeting, the oncoming odour of another approaching devil was caught in his olfactory system. It was a male's scent, and another cannibal to boot. The satanic warlord would be sure to capture many wolves, some to feed his groups deadly appetites, and some to amuse their anomalous (and somewhat deviant) personalities. After all, an army needed to have a high moral in order to function properly, no? He waited for the blood-scented baron to arrive in silence, letting his group settle themselves in the minute or so they were in dormancy. It did not take long for a snow-hued spirit to pad into their midst. He had a dead puppy clutched in his jaws, a snack which he placed on the floor before speaking, his muzzle curved into a cruel, icy smile. Naraku's aquamarine depths flickered with satisfaction as he replied to the articulation. “That we are.” He felt no need to respond more thoroughly, for the masculine picked up his limp quarry and laid down near the back of the group to munch on the fresh killed child. Also, the torrid perfume of a female, as well as the undisguised sounds of her quickly nearing the place, entranced his attentions for the moment.

As soon as the lady passed through the gates and into their mini-hell, it became evident that she was not your run-of-the-mill maiden. She possessed a certain maniac energy; he had no doubts about her lack of sanity. Naraku didn't like having his show taken away from him, even for a moment, by the abnormal mother-son duo's reunion, but nevertheless, he allowed them a brief exchange – for courtesy's sake. He glanced over to Shiva, noticing the negative emotions that had been leaking out of her frame throughout the get together. She looked vaguely nauseated by the display, a feeling which Naraku had to admit he shared somewhat. Once the female was finished speaking to her offspring, she turned her attention toward him. If he hadn't been wishing to create a force, he would have sent this desperate housewife packing, but as it stood, he thought he could have find a fair amount of use for her. He nodded impassively, then turned his attention to the group at large.

He hadn't prepared a speech in advance, but he felt as if he had gathered enough information in his travels to make an impromptu address to these creatures. He started by looking at each of them individually, his eyes scanning over the forms of the wolves here. Sometime during the meeting, he had seen Chesire slip away, but nevertheless, they were a large group, large enough to possibly plague Blossom Forest's free lands for many moons. His vocals rang out strong and somewhat maliciously in the stagnant air. “ The wolves of Blossom Forest have been carefree for too long. The weak do not know fear, and the strong do not acknowledge their power. It's time for us to make things change, no? I've gathered you here today to assist me in my plans to strike some righteous fear into the hearts of the innocent and foolish. I cannot promise that we'll all survive this game, but I can promise that those strong enough to pull through will receive whatever they desire of the lands of Blossom.” He scrutinized them all again, gauging their reactions, before launching into his next words. “If you will fight with me, stand forward and proclaim it. If not, feel free to become our first victim.”

Every wolf to accept received a dip of the hessian's crown. If all of the wolves had proclaimed their allegiance, he would rise from his seated position and speak once more. “Shall we have some fun to celebrate? I think a kidnapping could be quite enjoyable.” If a wolf happened to not accept, things would go differently, and Minnie would be forced to write another post judging by the exact circumstances of the numskull's refusal to cooperate.


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