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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talking to the moon {zev/thunderfoot}
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Posted on January 26, 2013 at 06:37:20 PM by Sierra

Haunting shadows lingered upon the female’s milky pelt, though rather a rather daunting place, Sierra felt at home in the persistent gloom. She often hid from different wolves - especially if they appeared intimidating or unapproachable. Occasionally she had wondered up to a stranger and shared a few words but most of the time she retreated to welcoming shadows. They were her home; an area of darkness. Many wolves feared the dark - or rather what was in it but she took pleasure in it’s peace and quiet. It wasn’t just the shadows, night time and early morning also settled her; made her feel at bliss. In fact it was like one big shadow, she had nothing and no one to fear - her nose guided her and also repelled her from dangers. Sierra was an odd wolf; sticking to herself mostly but only when her concerns are not needed: for instance if she crossed paths with a pup or a sick wolf she would tend to them. Though if harsh words are spread, she often retreats back into her own little bubble; she is not able to take hard lyrics. But kind she is, never forgot that my readers.

Her elegant and nimble paws advanced cautiously into the tunnel. They called this location Cavern of Secrets; many wolves feared this place for the unknown but the moment Sierra stepped into it she felt exhilarated. Her penetrating emerald eyes scanned into the darkness but that was exactly what she saw - darkness. Her banner began to sway, she favoured this place above all the other places she had ever visited which bearing in mind was a small selection but it still made her content. Her maw had a pinned smile - visible for anyone who could see in the gloom. Sierra could just about make out small shapes but there was no detail. Small puddles laced the floor of the cavern and though she could not see them, every time she stepped - wetness cradled her pads. There was a smell of dampness smothering the unmarked terrain but she felt at peace; unfazed by the dampness… Though most wolves would have been put off; especially when they noticed the mould thriving upon the caves walls. She settled down by the entrance; when day woke she would bury herself deeper but for now she was satisfied - protected by the moon.

She was not scared that she was alone, in fact quite the contrary - she had managed to thrive alone most of her life. She hadn’t been raised in a pack for long; her mother had given herself to an outsider brute. The alphas had allowed her mother to raise her pups in the safety of the kingdom until they were old enough to eat meat. Then the family had been chased out despite their protests. The male alpha was firm; his pure blood line was more important than the safety of another pack member. His mate wasn’t so cruel hearted however but was no match against the voice of her partner.

Her lobes flickered to sound outside of the cave; the angry squawk of a raven erupted from the trees. Sierra lifted her cranium to gaze out into the navy sky; she had heard of wolves who had managed to learn the language of ravens. She wondered what she talked about and whether they were as complex as wolves. Sierra had never really thought about it before - perhaps it was just a legend to be able to talk to ravens or perhaps it was accomplishable, like many things.

Word Count: 600.


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