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 {done}
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Posted on January 28, 2013 at 05:29:36 PM by Sierra

The brute declared that his proud title was Zev which meant Wolf supposedly. “Zev; that’s a lovely name, it’s so short and sweet and the meaning is rather straight forward; but true.” Sierra commented, rolling the word around on her tongue - she really did like it. “Saw is such a peculiar meaning, though I do believe it has the meaning of mountain range too.” She confessed and began to squint her optics; wanting to see his pelt but to no avail. So instead she took the easy route: asking instead of continuing with narrowed eyes, and she was glad when Zev told his pelt colours.
Grey, white and black; those were the colours dyed upon the males hide. “I wish I could see you better.” The young girl confessed but shook the thought away. The brute seemed a little taken aback when she enquired about his age; though she hoped he would not take too unkindly to the request.

Sierra listened to his words, her tail slowly swaying; he was two years old. “Ah, so we are the same age.” She remarked gently, trailing off as her optics gazed out into the fresh air, she was ever so slightly uncomfortable - but she settled herself by deciding to take a walk which caused to feel a little bit more calm. “You’ll have to excuse me; I’m not at all used to being in other wolves company, not since I left my mother,” she sighed, thinking about her past… She wished she did not have to linger in the shadows. “Though I dream of joining a pack; someday.” She confided - not at all sure why she was sharing this information with the stranger.

She was surprised that his bulky paws moved so silently, of course if she listened carefully she could pick up the gentle scraping but to anyone not expecting the noise would have a surprise. Her nose and her ears were the most trained skills; as her optics did not function as well as they had done when she was younger. Her lobes flickered to the sound of his voice as he replied to her speech.

“You and me are alike then, I hunt and drink in dusk, early morning but linger in shadows or caves in day time. Many wolves fear the dark or it’s contents but I do not know why - our noses guide us to safety and our ears are skilled. As a pup I dreaded it, and with every bump and movement I would immediately retreat to my families side… And now, the darkness alone is my sanctuary but alas my eye sight is poor.” She said, her voice murky and dull; her optics reached to the face of Zev and smiled - though she was almost certain that he could not see it.

There was a moment of silent; but it was not an awkward silence - it was comfortable; ‘nothing needs to be said.’ minute. But it was soon shattered by the gentle voice of Zev; asking about her coat. “My coat… Well, I have a white pelt; which covers up my grey undercoat. Though my underbelly is a light silver with mousy brown streaks running through it… Nothing beautiful or astounding.” Sierra answered, her voice soft and welcoming…

“I have hidden from sunlight from many moons, and my eyesight is poor… Though perhaps I will visit the lake later tomorrow, I think my eyes miss it.” She laughed, focusing directly in front of her. She was aware of the cool air engulfing them but she did not comment on it - it was damp in this cavern and it did not surprise her. A few drips from above landed on her pelt, crawling down till it reached her abdomen. She shivered but said nothing.


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