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
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Posted on January 31, 2013 at 06:37:01 AM by Sierra

Sierra listened to the brute talk about bison and how rough it was, though she gathered from his words that he liked it a lot. “I have never tried bison, it is rather abnormal for a wolf to hunt such a creature as big as that all alone - though not un heard of. I have only gotten the taste of Elkryn once, though most of them are rarely seen now. It was in my old pack and it fed the pack well though I was a pup back then and I was not important nor essential to keep alive. I am of outsider blood, you see. But Bison sounds intriguing, perhaps I will try it some day.” She replied, talking fairly quickly so her ‘speech’ did not take as long as it might have seemed. She casually thought about hunting and a sense of excitement rushed in her veins; she wished for a proper hunt… With a pack - she had never participated in a pack up and wondered whether it was good to join one. She shook the thought away quickly and turned her attention back to Zev. Her lean and curvy body shivered in the sudden breeze.

The nimble female’s banner began to move to and fro as he agreed that he though too that ghosts existed. “You speak to truth Zev. I wish I would be able to see my loved ones and the thought of them gazing over me brings comfort and warmth.” She added, her tail stopping gradually. Sierra asked a question which was confidently answered by Zev - this brought her closure and the sense of safety. Though she did not understand his unknowing but perhaps that is for the best. The brutes pace gradually slowed as a clearing was revealed. “Fenris’ pelt!” She exclaimed in a mere whisper, “How glorious,” she commented, nodding her cranium in approval. The clearing had lighter air and she was able to see different tones of colours of Zev’s pelt though she could not decipher which colours were which.

Her piercing green eyes watched cautiously as the brute leapt onto the ledge. “What,” she muttered, the fur above her optics creasing in confusion. Sierra’s limbs took a few steps back - unsure on what to do. But he soon explained and left Sierra considering the challenge. If she fell, she was sure to break her spine or ribs - both leaving her basically to death but the thought of an adventure was too powerful. She jumped upon the same ledge as the brute. “Come on then,” she decided. Sierra leapt onto the next ledge before Zev could - deciding she wanted to take lead this time. “So tell me Zev,” she began. “Do you thrive in a pack, hunting in groups - watching pups grow in the many moons you live?” She asked curiously. “I want another route in life instead of lingering in shadows and I was thinking that a pack might be an adequate option. What do you think?”

Sierra stopped and rested for a bit on a wider ledge, her small frame only taking a quarter of the length. Her white banner wrapped tightly around her as he cautiously continued to watch the mighty brute. “Take lead now,” she required gently.


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