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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T R Y S T
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The dark she-wolf had been wandering for a while now. There was no purpose to her wandering of course. The young teen knew that soon enough, if she wasn't careful, that the padding on the bottom of her paws would become cracked and bloody, yet still she walked.

Tryst was unsure of a lot of things. Ever since that fateful day, all she could remember from before was her name. The rest was a large black void, threatening to swallow her whole. And in a way, it had. The feya had become extremely cold, and where the black hole in her mind, in her life, in her heart was, had been filled with the delight she found from hurting others. There were very few things the fae actually enjoyed anymore. And she hadn't cared for anyone since...well without memory, Tryst couldn't remember. But she would've had to have been close to someone, once? She shook her head, clearing the anxious and annoying thoughts that clung to her likes burrs. That didn't matter now. Nothing really mattered now.

With a sigh, she had allowed her paws to carry her towards the Cavern Of Secrets, though she doubted it held anything at all for her. Hopefully though, just hopefully, she'd have a chance to clear her head. Maybe find some small creature to torment.

The first thing that alerted the female something was going down was the distinct scent of blood. Her spirits rose at the aroma, driving her into a dash in it's direction.

When she got there however, she skidded to a halt. Well hello, hello, she mused silently, dark optics glued to a unfamiliar steely pelt not 10 metres from her. Careful, she dropped into a crouch, using a small boulder as cover, and hoping he hadn't noticed the small stone she had flicked across the ground in her sudden stop. It wouldn't end well for him, especially if he did something stupid like attack her.

Her curiousity was getting the better of her; there were three possible options here. Try to sneak past, attack him to get past or...talk to him. Tryst kept her crouch, practically hugging the cold stone floor as she thought this over in her head.

||Tryst||Female||Teen ||Pupless||Packless||Mateless||PixieEclipse||

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