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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VALENTINE “The best for me.” I’ve encountered innumerable creatures, some from the highest mountains, their fur thick and feathers white with ice and snow, some from the deepest oceans, their scales bright and beaks white with salt, deserts, forests, plains, canyons, prairies, meadows, foothills, underground tunnels; they used to all come to see me, the King’s wolf. I’ve tasted every kind of blood, eaten every kind of flesh, watched skin grow old and fall from bones, and sunrises eclipsed by swarms of locust. Human’s children sacrificed for greater Gods than my own, lambs crippled for show in a lion’s den. Am I not kinder than those? Will I end a child’s life, but not drag its suffering out in fire and hot coals? Should I be dishonorable in my slaughter, will I step out of line, could my wrath stretch further, from directional violence to mindless murder? The fresh sting in my neck, the bead of red trailing from neck to toe, and the fae before me, her lips moving but her words unbelievable, hardly there at all she was so small, all stood like glass before a mallet. Insane. The truth in that word was brilliant, even as her muscle, crimson dripping from its normally pink frame, wiped my blood from her mouth- the derision not going unchecked- I felt its genius. It would explain much, wouldn’t it? Her fearlessness, daring explorations against me and mocking happiness, it was due to the fact she was mad; senseless enough to stand, to walk towards me, and whisper in my ear- her teeth leaving tiny imprints along the tender membrane. Why did I feel so angry towards her, even after the revelation? It was probably the ‘you are vulnerable’ that set me off, or her childlike obliviousness as she seemed to rub her scent all over me in the most erotic ways- did it antagonize me, that she, of every female I’d ever met through my entire childhood and younger teenage years could prompt feelings I’d lost hope on ever encountering once more? It was hard to tell, but the tensing in my shoulders and jaw, the slight quiver running up and down my limbs, raised hackles and barred fangs were somewhat beyond my control. Like I was trapped in my own body, slave to emotion and sensation. I was very near lunging, this time with the intent to kill when I finally quelled the irritation, her daring stare telling me it was exactly what she wanted me to do, as well as what she expected. Instead I flattened my fur and tucked my incisors behind a curtain of fleshy black. ”You’re finally starting to make sense.” With a crook of my head, I gave her no further explanation or care, withdrawing deeper into the abysmal shadows this cave bred in its corners, crooks and crannies. Somehow, we fit here, don’t we? I thought darkly, sinking into the familiar passageways and weaving past outrageously overrun stalactites that reached from roof to floor, bats perched along their width at perilous angles. Here where we stood alone, our pelts no different from blue or pink or brown, just shades of grey in the darkness, our voices the only verdict we shared. If she didn’t follow, I’d most likely go on my way without her, finding a shallow dip in the stone to rest in, if she did, I wouldn’t know- I wasn’t giving any second glances, but once I’d reached the same hole, I’d lay down in it, watching to see if she’d follow me lead, or perhaps stand. Either way, I’d grow tired and sleep if she didn’t say something, but per say she did speak, she’d have my full attention. She’d earned it after all. Almost as unpredictable as I was, equally as reckless! And ruthless, at that. Her time with me had planted affection, a small plant, but present. What would she do next? Word count: 651 |