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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When The Night Bleeds, The World Shall Fall...
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Posted on December 1, 2012 at 05:48:20 PM by Night Blood

A strange thing happened as she waited for her companion--again, fashionably late. Perhaps he wouldn't come at all, sinking his teeth in something or other. Or, maybe he decieved wolves like her; making them believe that he had some sort of...fascination for them, then moving onto another. That was how the heartbreaker worked, after all. Yet, two things were different: Darien wouldn't do that, and she wouldn't have her heart broken. Her demonic soul wouldn't allow it, and there was a steel trap surrounding the corrupted, black creature. Now was for the strange part: the wolfess that she had tortured had risen to her paws, looking at her. A cruel smile was laced on the ebony lips, and she rasped,

"Do you remember me, Night Blood?"

A blank expression was on the vixen's face, and she replied with a sharp cuff to the dying wolf's ear, drawing blood. She let it slither into her throat, an ominous hum rattling in the almost-but-not-quite elderly fae.You could see that she was aging, a little older than an adult. Perhaps five years old, she guessed. Well, she didn't have to guess, for she knew everything about the fae. It was a pity she didn't know who it was before she attacked; she would have made the sacrificing process much, much longer.

"You see what it's like to be tortured now, eh, Cerenec?"

The ebony, frail blossom giggled hysterically, the insanity soon turning muffled by chest-heaving coughing. She smiled and dragged herself towards Night Blood, her eyes rolling to the back of her head and blood pooling in her mouth. She was very near death, and that made the hysteria not surprising to Night Blood. Then, the black muzzle was closer to her own than ever before, and she growled with a warning bite. New, fresher blood dripped from her snout, and she collapsed to the ground once more. Tense, cold words pierced into Night Blood's mind, and she grabbed her scruff, ripping, before the lady even spoke.

"Ah, my dear, don't you know how to treat your own mother?"

Night Blood turned away, red staining her gaze. Her own emotions startled her, and made her angry. She snarled and kicked her in the spine, hearing a satisfying crack as she lowered her hind legs. Cerenec wheezed and could no longer stand, for the blow had broken her frail spine. A smile crossed Night Blood's face as she felt the warmth of her suitor, also hearing a lowly plea from her mother to keep her life.

"Sir, please spare me. I am only a fragile woman, who is innocent of any crime--"

She turned around and saw Cerenec on the ground, blood draining from the bodice. Darien Valentine was drinking the blood from the corpse, and she briefly joined in. The scarlet liquid tasted of victory on her tongue--and although she was not of the vampiric sort, it was quite satisfying to her own hungry stomach. Soon, the serpent let her tongue travel to the boy's neck, slightly digging her inscizors in his fur and drawing very little, to no, blood. The woman's kisses traveled to his own maw, and she gave him a flirting smirk. Her tail rested upon his, and her breast began to tingle; as it did with her heartbreaker, before she killed him. Yet, with this one, she wasn't about to feel his blood on her. A soft, purring rumble became words as she looked at his obsidian orbs.

"Well, you handsome devil, I am usually hungry myself. But I must admit, this time is no mere coincidence, Sir Valentine."

She smiled innocently and nosed into his fur, breathing in his bloody scent. This swift, sort of embrace was brief, and she soon straightened with a dignified stance. The only thing that exposed her indifferent mask was her smirk, slowly twitching into a smile. She was curious, the girl, to what he would do next. Perhaps they would discuss Key, the feminine he-beast, or Kershov. Or, maybe even each other. Night Blood didn't know--she was almost stumped. Yet, to encourage her favorite belief toward what he would do, she let her inscizors graze his ear as a breathy whisper came from her.

"Now, where were we last time, Sir Valentine?"


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