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 April 17, 2013 at 11:56:42 PM by kohaku
 Your own solitude must have been craving company then and I wouldn't call it museless. Not when my muse is standing right behind me. Well well well, wasn't he quite talkative today. Kohaku's amber portals were straining to roll to the ceiling at his lyrics, however. But something stopped her. What was it? What was different about the way he spoke this time that caused her to stay standing still and kept her suns on his form? The words were not unlike those that he had spit out many other times. Had he put poison into them? A tonic that would cause her to fall to her knees as if in prayer to a god that didn't truly exist at all? It surely felt that way. It was the way he said it, she found. As if he were handling a glass menagerie, afraid to move it a certain way in fear that he would send the glass flying into the air-- and from there it would tumble to the ground and shatter inevitably, into a million different pieces. Her audettes pricked forward and she stopped breathing altogether. Her heart caved in, collapsing in on itself and-- she couldn't speak. The silence between the two was long and drawn out. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't fucking think. Her wheels instantly stopped and her brain couldn't put words together to form a single sentence. She wasn't processing. One change in the way he said things and she was at his mercy. A divine being indeed. cold rain, dinky caverns, sickly meat, loud rodents, and dead trees. Things he disliked. She stayed silent at this. Her lungs shivered violently, begging for oxygen to be sent as a blessing in their direction. Her head was spinning. Double vision. Two black and red bodices in front of her swirled around one another, framed by a fuzzy black on the corners. FUCK. She shut her windows tightly and inhaled softly and slowly, breathing in the life all around her. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. She only focused on those two words. Inhale.... Exhale. Breathe. Her listeners flattened once more against her crown and she slid open her portals once more. I most certainly did not. Did not what? What was he talking about? Confusion hit her head, one of the more rare moments in her life, and she filed through her memory, looking blindly for something that would perhaps give her an answer to her own question. I come here all the time, or used to. All the time? Is this where he went? Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Was he lonely? Not having been raised fully by a heartless bastard, her father, Kohaku probably had more emotional range than Fenrir ever would. Wherever the hell Fenrir was. Perhaps he was dead. It no longer mattered to her. Kohaku was only staying for one reason. And it was a reason she did not like to share at all, not even with herself. Her mother had died when she was a young adolescent and she had relied on herself ever since. Lonely did not have a place in her mental dictionary. There was no room for it. And there was no room in her heart for this male. ...Right? Don't you have a place you go to when you need to think? Or in your case, not think? Ah... that's what it was. A place to think. That's what she had asked him. It was now that Kohaku became aware of something that only occurred to her once in her lifetime. When she opened her maw to speak, she found that her cheeks felt like they weighed ten pounds more than they should have. It was a strange feeling. And when she blinked, trying to find out why she felt so heavy, water edged the side of her vision. Were these... tears? Instantly the femme recoiled, backing up quickly and hit up against the same damn rock that she had hit herself coming in on. Nikandros could probably smell them by now. They gave off a pungent stench these strange leaks of colorless blood. They even tasted strange. Like water and some earthy flavor; it wasn't metallic like the fluid of life was. Kohaku swore in a hushed tone. Shit. She wanted to leave. She was going to leave. She could feel her shoulders turning in that direction, aiming for the exit that lay a few yards from her current location. But she was trapped. Trapped physically between a wall, a wolf, and the exit. Trapped mentally between the decision to go or stay because deep down, there was a part of her that wished to say something to the brute. Say something she found important. Important. And terrifying. Like thin ice, she was standing on a danger zone. One wrong move and she could go tumbling down into the freezing temperatures below. This was so uncalled for. She was an adult now-- the point in time where "crying" would have been acceptable (never in her perfect world) had passed a long while ago. And yet here she was, tears fleeing from their ducts, only a few slashing down her pale cheeks and reaching her jaw line. The others were held back as her prisoners. Why the fuck was she crying? There was no need for it. A need to answer his question... perhaps that's why her legs stayed to true to their position on the terra. They had turned to stone, and a gargoyle she would be soon if she could not pull herself together. Her head strained away, however, defiant against the rest of the persistant body's attempts to keep her still. Her pupils slitted before she closed her portals again, trying to hold back those crazy little flecks of salt water. Listeners flatted ever the more tightly against her rustic crown. There is no specific place that I go to not think. Unfortunately in my case it's another soul that tends to sweep the thoughts away as one does the dust in their den. I am truthfully frightened of it. It is nice to be free of thoughts. Their presence is replaced, hoewever, with this others and I cannot decide whether or not it is any better than the alternative. Why was she telling him this? Hah. Like she had to ask. She knew precisely why. And this was voiced as well. A cascade of possible truth that most likely held no meaning for any other besides herself. Of course because I cannot think when around this other, I can hardly form words or decipher the situation. She laughed harshly and dryly; the sound carried no humor-- rather a bit of pain. He didn't know, did he? She had been sure that he had had an idea at the very least. Of what he stole from her; she was likely to never get it back from him. At least not while he was alive and/or in the same area as she. This other makes me uneasy and unstable. Speaking more than she usually did; her head was swimming. Her left fore lifted off the ground threatening to let her loose from her own trap. She could almost taste the fresh atmosphere outside. She could almost feel the welcoming hands of sunshine. But the darkness was fine. She did not like the darkness, but she could handle it. She could handle it... yes. Only though, if he was surrounded in it. She took a deep breath and willingly planted her paw back on the cold and rigid floor. I too do not like certain things. They may be few, but they are still there. Above all of the rest of them, I dislike not knowing what I am doing. I dislike instability within myself. She had very nearly slipped, and it was plainly obvious that she had. Was she giving away too much? Did she want him to know that this other she spoke of... they were standing right in front of her? So near to her... Had he turned to look at her now? Her portals did not have the courage to meet the azul gaze of his if so. All of this chaos had occurred because of the simple difference in the tone of voice he had used. It was the thrumming of his masculine vocal chords that had put a frenzied insect fluttering inside of a clear glass jar with a single hole in the lid. Was he holding that jar? Is that what he had been afraid to drop to the ground? No menagerie... no little glass animals... was it...... her? The tears had ceased now. The fact that they had been there in the first place still played with her wavering pride. So... what she now had to answer (for herself) was whether or not she disliked being around this other. Him. Nikandros. It was a tricky question pounding on her mental doorways. She could hear that ice crackling beneath her. But not being able to think... Kohaku couldn't decide. She couldn't decipher the feeling. And so, her wings kept beating up against the glass as she struggled for air, unsure of whether or not trusting in the brujo to not drop her metaphorical jar was a good decision. What a stupid moth she was turning out to be. || kohaku || female || adult || Jeanne d'Arc x Scarface || malignant felicity || |
hahahah....
o-o whut .
does that count as a confession?
e-e i dunno.
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- && you say i'm the perfect drug - By NIKANDROS April 19, 2013 at 03:00:30 AM
| ɖrεαmïηg s†α†ε | - By kohaku April 24, 2013 at 11:15:37 PM
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