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 January 27, 2013 at 11:07:52 PM by Zev

The silence engulfed them as the fea thought about his words and her answer. It was nice, to be in a comfortable silence with another wolf, though it didn't happen very often. His ears flickered as he tried to pick up small sounds around the cave, until his auds picked up on the fae's hello. It was a light sound, the way her voice bounced in a small circle around the cavern walls. He listened to her vocals. Sierra. He rolled the name over in his mind, tasting every bit of it with his imagination. He wondered why the meaning was simple 'saw'. There wasn't much meaning to it, yet, it had a soft ring to it, like mist on a mountain blending into the snow. The thought of an open mountain was quite the opposite from the low ceilings of this cavern. Zev almost zoned out when Sierra's voice brought his back to the darkness. "I am Zev, which means wolf, in case you were wondering." He smiled, but then stopped, knowing that the fae could only see the outline of his face. He shook his pelt, and the scents of the forests broke away into the cave.
He stood and moved opposite of her, so if she wanted she could run, which he knew most feya's did, for no reason at all. He understood Sierra's algorithm of trying to understand the wolf to ask questions. He answered with, "Gray, white and black. I have the same colors as gray wolves." He sat, feeling a faint hint of air come from the entrance of the cave. His tail curled around his body, but not as tight as it would a cat. The cave still scented dank as the fae asked another question, that almost took Zev aback.

He was not looking for romance, and he was almost positive that the feya did not want it either, but then the emotion escaped his mind. "Two years." His thick paws were in a small puddle of water leaking from the dark ceiling of the cave. A small drop landed on his forepaw. From the fea's questions, he pinned her position of being almost squished against the back wall. He wondered is he had an intimidating presence, but then he clarified with himself that this wolf probably had not been with another wolf for a very, very long time. He accepted that.

Then, a burst of air swished around the cave, and he knew the she was moving. He stood up almost suddenly, but the fae moved to the back of the cave and barked, and Zev trotted after her, this time paw steps silent. He wasn't a loud wolf, no. Despite his size, Zev could easily sneak up and hide. His paws, though big, trotted easily over the rock floor. He carefully listened to her speech. "This is also my first time." I haven't been wondering much around here, maybe a week. A couple new people every day." He nodded at her next words, though he knew she couldn't see him. "Darkness comfortes me. However, a sunrise and morning also come over me. I am not a total shadow person." He suddenly remembered his brother that died years and years ago. He disappeared into thin air. He shrugged in his mind, and continued to walk with the feya.

"My eyes are not strong enough for this harsh of a darkness. What color is your fur?" He was about to ask her age, but that would be very disrespectful, and being a gentleman, he kept his trap shut. He looked around, paws stepping silently on rock that was very hard yet damp. Air flowed around them, and he wondered if there was an exit ahead. Surely the cavern would not have ended already....


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