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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DARIEN VALENTINE “ I think my passion is misinterpreted as anger sometimes. And I don't think people are ready for the message that I'm delivering, and delivering with a sense of violent love.” Pale ink splattered against the abnormally depicted earth as one creature dashes itself against the rocks, my mind having conjured it from the recesses of my imagination; it was expected to be as horrific as it was. Wolves dragged themselves by single paws, bloodless, eyeless; hallow creatures supported by bones under their nearly nonexistent, pale, furless skins well insects crawled from every hole in their bodies, clattering and crunching their eerie legs. Muscle depleted, their faces frozen into ghoulish expressions of fury, fear, and anguish. Barbs pirouetted through my conscious, dread beginning to edge its way under my nerves as the familiar, anonymous sound of hundreds of nails splitting and chipping as they dug furtively into rocky soil, a noise similar to scraping a fork over a plate. I’d heard it so many times before; I’d dreamt the same dream for as long as I can remember. I seemed to dream the same things a lot, but I’d always accredited that to lack of stimulation and creativity. I just appeared to recycle a fantasy over and over, butchering it to seem the most horrifying, the most terrifying- and every night; I’d dream what I wished on other people. Every night, I’d taste the bitter that my enemies should, sampled their misery, and every time I killed someone, they were here the night time I fell asleep, their distant, moan of giving up twisting into the decomposing flesh smell that hung thickly over the anomalous terrain. So there I sat, a heavy iron chain around my neck- so substantial I could scarcely breathe, pinned down, unable to defend myself, praying to Orcus that none of them would notice me. The stone was unnaturally hot under my cheek, contrasting so sharply with the cold air that would blow over me when the dead would pass particularly close. The sky dripped with a salty sea of blood, held there by unimaginable force, well the craters and drop offs that littered the sandstone perdition displayed that just a dozen feet below us was a sky of stars, an angry full moon shedding its light to illuminate more clearly their hellish features. Black entered the crook of my vision, and I twitched under my crushing manacles when it scuttled across my nose, pausing only briefly to bring its beetle eyes to my own. I longed to wake up, but I knew from experience it was useless to struggle. My closed eyes were the jailers, and I their prisoner. I was helpless, hopeless, and resigned. Somewhere in the distance a shallow cry rung out and I grimaced, knowing what was to come, but all the same anticipating the release it would give to me. One by one, the demons around me stopped their sluggish journey across the plateau, turned their eyes to me with gaping, some unhinged jaws- saliva dripping and pooling from their gnarled mouths as they echoed the terrified scream, the sound building and building until my ears rung. . . ~ I awoke to the same sound, bouncing from somewhere behind me. Grey pillars rose up around me, the faded light of early morning dancing over their mossy chests as birds chirped from a distance into cold air. Everything was serene; beautiful. But just after me, the wail carried on, and unlike in the world of sleep I was quickly attracted to it. Blinking the glassy coat from my eyes, I rose from the ground, my muscles protesting from under my sweat socked fur, my paws red with injuries I’d caused well thrashing about. The dream was quick to be forgotten, the acquaintance with the hallucinations making it easier not to dwell on, that and I knew that piercing screech, and I knew the cause. Unusual, that someone should be able to distinguish the cause just by listening to the disaster, but it settled in my bones too well not to be her. Following the sound of a dying wolf, I made my way through the difficult, twisting corridors that the Cavern of Secrets had in store, having always been a favorite place of mine I enjoyed sharing my nightmares with the area. It didn’t take me long to come upon her, or to take in the sacrifice she’d created for me; the owner of the whimpering I’d awoken to. With a pleased sound, I approached her. Night Blood. Coming to a stop at her side, I entwined my fur with hers, rubbing lightly against her as I scrutinized the gift- a dog covered in her own blood, eyes rolled back in her skull as she rasped away the last of her life. Keeping physical contact in the place of conversation with the demoness who’d called, I swiftly brought my teeth around the prey’s throat, crushing its jugular and chest cavity. The last sputtering sounds always were the most gratifying to me, and I dipped my tongue in and out of the hole in her side, lapping the red from her corpse. When I had finished, my paws and fur stained crimson, I turned with thankful intentions to the hunter. Memories of her swirled in my throat, and a smile slid across my kissers. “You tend to be around a lot when I’m hungry, don’t you?” I asked, pulling myself all the closer to her, our insignificant size difference allowing me to wrap myself around her, my muzzle resting on the side of her neck. I had no doubt in my mind that she was a killer. [Loveless] [Adult] [Male] |