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 March 22, 2013 at 02:54:02 AM by Slaviner
The oncoming darkness was quietly creeping up upon the world. The birds had stopped chirping, the bees their buzzing. It was a peaceful silence. It was then, however, broken by the footsteps of yet another loner. He was handsome enough, dark cocoa colored fur, with gray and ebony splotches, as if a painter had decided to throw the paint at the canvas. He looked strong as well, while Slaviner was more built for agility as well as speed attacks. The one thing that the femme really took notice of, was the dried platelets of blood rapped around his claws. As he approached, the other teen spoke. He was asking for her name. It was very typical for a male to do that, but this wolf certainly did not seem like a normal wolf. Her emerald orbs looked to him, the adventure in them. "Only if you will give me yours." Her words were simple, yet was clearly challenging the brute. Her long and slender legs stood, her tail held high. She very well could still have been the alpha of her own pack, but they had banished her as soon as her brother arrived from his short term exile. Slaviner was a trickster, never to be trusted. You could one day believe that you completely knew her, the next she would change completely. Her charismatic way had wolves following her from the start, though her pack had been one for tradition, and didn't want to upset the 'gods.' The sun was almost now set, the darkness starting to arise from the light. the forest could seem do beautiful in the dark. All the animals in it included, the mother black bears, ready to maul any wolf they saw as a threat, and many more. She didn't much care for the others as much, like the tiny weak little rabbit. The only thing it was good for was running, it had no offense whatsoever. She may have been thinking these things, but they were only subconscious. For now, the male had her attention, a slight smirk upon her ebony furred face. Mischief is a small thing, A toy I've well used and discarded. This isn't mischief. This is Mayhem. |
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- &&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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