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 July 6, 2012 at 02:32:30 PM by Mosquito
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{imagine a MOSQUITO the size of a wolf Mosquito was bored,hungry and lonely,three minor discomforts that constantly nagged at the back of her brain,which she knew she could solve merely by seeking out those weak creautures that she so loved and despised,wolves.. Oh,she loved them,the males who would pleasure her so before she could kill them,black widow style,the pups which where so fun to toy with,to make them think they could escape,playing cat-and-mouse. The only wolves she disliked where the other females who irritated her severely,they where only good for a quick meal,they normally didn't even fight back,it was a male she would go to if she wanted lunch with a bit of kick in it. She turned to look at the scrawny white cub padding along behind her,her son,apparently,not that she'd wanted him,shed made that quite clear to his father as her jaws snapped shut around his snowy throat. She'd mothered three litters,the first pup she had she simply ate at birth,the second litter of two cubs,one grew up to be a mighty alpha,one she had as a companion for a while before one winter when food was scarce she ate the girl alive,and the third litter consisted of four,two where stillborn,one she killed when it bit her tail playfully while she was sleeping,and the fourth followed her now. She looked at the wean,tilting her head to one side with a malignant grin. Her hazel een glittered sadistically and she felt her fangs slide into the puppies throat,sweet blood pouring down her throat,dyeing the frost coloured fur of the whelp pale pink. She laughed aloud,letting the limp body fall to the cave floor,snapping off one leg and continuing to follow her nose to the source of the perfume of many wolves,chewing absent-mindedly on the limb between her knives. As she entered the passage to which the scent of wolves could be followed she saw she was not the only cannibal here,and those that where not wolf-eaters did indeed have a nasty look about them,too. A 'don't mess with me' look. A look she really wasn't going to pay heed to in the long run. She sat politely to watch the speaker,perking up her ears at his poisonous lyrics,a giggle dancing in her throat. A rise for the bad guys,huh? "I'm in." |
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