{We are sick and we are tired.} Nocturne Allegro only :)

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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{We are sick and we are tired.} Nocturne Allegro only :)
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Posted on March 1, 2013 at 10:38:39 PM by Lycaon.

OOC- Sorry for the wait.

Pack life was getting on his nerves already. Only a couple of months ago he had been forced out of the pack he had been born into, lost his mate and pups and had already jumped head first into another pack, with another git of an Alpha. He had only met Axel once, when he had been accepted into the pack, but from the moment he laid eyes on him he could tell there was something not quite right. Okay, Lycaon was no angel, Tor knows he wasn�t. He was far from it but he would never even think about sleeping around and having his way with young innocent females and then leaving them high and dry to bring up his spawn. That really made the lad�s blood boil and he couldn�t help the growl that emitted from his throat.

The blackened brute had wandered far away from the pack grounds hours ago. He wasn�t at all sure of where he was going but he had to get away from all the females in the pack. It was overrun with girls and the lad couldn�t cope with the lack of testosterone in the lands. Axel was hardly there and the monster hadn�t made the effort to even try and find if there were any other males in the pack. He wasn�t the most talkative of wolves and if others didn�t make the first move they could bet that Lycaon would simply stay quiet. He didn�t care if he lived the rest of his life in silence, it would make no difference to him. He had been made to kill the love of his life and his offspring and until he had lived his sentence and passed onto the world beyond the skies; he would never be happy. It didn�t matter how he lived his life, there was nothing worth living for anyway.

Peace and quiet drove the lad forward. He was longing for somewhere dark and silent where he could rest for a little and get his head together. He didn�t care for places of romance or leisure and most certainly didn�t want to be surrounded by colour and delightful smells. Urrrgh! The lad dug his claws into the ground, ripping up the dirt and soil as he pulled his talons clear of the terra. Lycaon�s muscles twitched and ached, longing for a fight or something to get him working again. You see my dear reader, Lycaon was a Beta; a beta to one of the most formidable packs in the land. He became the emotionless servant of a ruthless Alpha that made Lycaon destroy everything. The brute had killed many wolves at the command of the alpha and even his own family. Believe me it was not through choice and Lycaon hated himself every day since. If others knew how many innocent lives had been taken by the devil they would run a mile to get away from him.

Wrapped in his own depressing thoughts the lad didn�t realise just how far he had wandered around Blossom. His honey coloured orbs lifted off the ground and were filed with the sight of a cavern. Although most wolves would have been ecstatic that they had found the place they were looking for Lycaon�s face never changed. He stayed just as emotionless as he had always been. His bodice however turned from the direction it was heading and his gigantic paws began to head to the cave, the darkness pulling him in. He was glad that he had found somewhere to take him away from life, even if just for a short while. He wasn�t sure how much more he could take. It didn�t take long for the demon to reach the darkness and the silence engulfed him. The lad wandered in, his eyes quickly adjusting to the change in light. He stopped for a moment, searching for somewhere to rest and in no time what so ever, his orbs focused on a spot just a little further in from the entrance that looked half decent to rest in. He padded forward slowly and sat on his haunches, he then proceeded to stretch his front legs and lie down, resting his large cranium on his paws. His dark coat made it easier for him to blend into the shadows. �At last.� The lad muttered to himself but it wasn�t long before his thoughts took over his mind again and he wondered how long it would be before someone came along and ruined the perfect moment.

Replies:

A Loner's Soul - By Nocturne Allegro March 2, 2013 at 02:33:27 PM
{We are sick and we are tired.} - By Lycaon. March 3, 2013 at 03:16:06 PM
Re(1): {We are sick and we are tired.} - By Nocturne Allegro March 15, 2013 at 01:44:24 AM
{We are sick and we are tired.} - By Lycaon. March 19, 2013 at 08:11:52 PM
A New Beginning - By Nocturne Allegro March 28, 2013 at 00:39:08 AM
{We are sick and we are tired.} - By Lycaon. April 5, 2013 at 08:11:26 PM

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