It's a small World After All

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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It's a small World After All
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Posted on March 21, 2013 at 08:22:25 PM by Stelliac

It all started with blood.

Everyone did.

That sharp, blinding exile from the comforting, warm womb to this hell of a world. Sometimes Stel wished he could go back into the warmth of his mother.

The setting sun cast a gentle, warm pink and orange glow. Shadows grew longer, the air grew colder and crisper. The forest was quieting down, the chirps and buzzes becoming less frequent. Here and there a bush would shudder from a hare or the leaves crunch from the occasional deer, but rarely wolves. Stel preferred to trod the paths few took. This one was from the Misty Mountain to Cavern of Secrets. He took the long way, considering so many liked to get places quick. He was somewhat standoffish and primitive, but it didn't show a lot. He was stern, and for being a teenager, he was more clever and cunning than most.

He was traveling towards the mysterious cave on this evening because he wanted power. As a youngster, he was the only child. He was normal as a pup, but it all went downhill from there. Stel became a ruthless killing machine. He'd torture the rabbits and squirels he caught before eating, and a few times, even tormenting smaller pups. His mother was horrified by these terrible acts and pushed him away. She refused to be a mother anymore. Stelliac wasn't sure if mother or M�tliana was around. Mot was his childhood love.

But then again, not even love can last forever?

Stelliac wanted to take over Andre Seite, a pack of Blossom Forest. First, to get a solid foundation, he had to gather some strong wolves and form a base. The perfect place for a base was the cavern. With so many sidecaverns and tunnels and caves, he'd be nearly impossible to track. The damp, musky smell would mask his odor well. He needed somewhere to hide and hatch his plots.

The familiar rocky formation of the cavern grew. Approaching the back end of it, he made his way rather swiftly to the mouth. There stood a fae, and she was quite beautiful. She had velvety black fur. Stel had dark russet brown fur with gray and black splotches here and there. His back was straight and he looked very much as a male should. He approached her slowly and cautiously, dried blood caked around his nails.

Hello, mad�me, may I ask for your name?

After all, a good leader should probably have a mate.

Replies:

My, my, my� A World For the Taking - By Slaviner March 22, 2013 at 02:54:02 AM
&&There ain't no rest for the wicked - By Stelliac March 22, 2013 at 09:48:02 PM
My, my, my� A World For the Taking - By Slaviner March 23, 2013 at 03:28:46 AM
&&there ain't no rest for the wicked∞ - By Stelliac March 25, 2013 at 01:38:22 AM

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