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 September 27, 2012 at 11:48:23 PM by Vincent Valentine
 Do I dare still pretend to be mortal?' He wonders, as the handsome soldier trecked across the clearing, nearing the Cavern that he'd been using as a place to avoid rainfall and newly fallen snow, which was becoming more and more predominant in the region. With the nearing of winter, the snow had already begun to freeze and start falling down a little, covering the dying grass with a soft blanket. It was not of the slushy sort, rather the kind that quickly fades as soon as the sun made its grand appearance. Regardless to say, Vincent kept moving, and when he came to the area he'd been taking refuge in from the past few days, his crimson and charcoal pillars carried him to the area beside the cavern, allowing him to drop his prize of the day beside the rock. A bloodied rabbit, a fellow he'd barely been able to get a hold of. Alas, the monster hungered for no meat... no muscle to devour- nor any blood to drink in a goblet of gold. The light had long gone from the young adult's stargazers. Now, only a cold, murderous look remained. That of which would normally send shivers down one's spinal chord. A rare feature in any of the earth's creatures... He did not lie down as the sun passed through the sky. Rather, he sat, his russet optics closed, that pelt absorbing the sunlight passing through. It did not matter, though, for he had experienced far too many sunsets and sunrises... and each and every day, he wished that perhaps the moon, how beautiful she was, would be his last visitor... but the sun rose again and again and again, and it would not let him be free of it's powerful gaze. The soldier's tassel flicked, and he set upon downing the meat he'd captured earlier. An empty stomach, yes, but he had no will to swallow... and because of this, only a third of it was eaten and tasted by his ebon lined labias. He pushed the rest away, tucking it safely into a hole dug in the ground, and covering it with a fresh layer of soil. Well.. it was quite obvious that something was there, but Vincent could not give a shit about whether or not someone decided to feast upon his kill. It was as simple as that. If another needed it, V was willing to contribute to it. He'd had far too many troubles in the past four years of his life to start worrying about a simple meal he did not want... and this was of no concern to him should an assassin come hurtling out of nowhere and steal the life from his larynx, taste the blood dribbling from his gullet. Spill it upon the ground, and grow blood-red flowers with the fluid. Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust... all things disappeared... immortality was only a figure of speech... for you are merely remembered by others by the deeds you have done. The name you have made for yourself. Sorry... I'm rambling, aren't I? Weird mood today. Vincent Valentine, as he was titled by his mother, turned and made an attempt to go into the Cavern just as the sun perished beneath the horizon line. However, a movement in the gales caught his attention and the gargoyle turned his cranial, his vampiric gaze searching the arena he'd just left. No hint of emotion crossed his morbid features. No stress, anxiety, paranoia, nostalgia, fear... or even pain. Just... a face. A mask that could no longer come off of his features. Or at least... he didn't think it could. He'd never had the patience or the courage to go and try to love again... and honestly, he was too kind to anyone and everyone... to the point that he could not say "no" and move forward. To the point that he was left in their memory, with their candles still flickering in the back of his mind. Always present... always the reminder of why he was the way he was. Flicking his banner to dismiss the idea that someone else was there, the duke kept walking, his lithe body revealing toned muscles under his unnaturally colored pelt... still somewhat sinewy from his hunt for the sprinter. And now was when he finally lay down, resting himself upon the cool rock... and praying that the moon would be the last maiden, the final love, the last thing... he would ever see. Male || Adult || Loner || Heartless |
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- I'M ON MY KNEES, I'M ON MY KNEES - xx - By reverie September 30, 2012 at 03:22:57 AM
mortal - By Vincent Valentine October 6, 2012 at 05:52:14 PM
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