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 24, 2013 at 11:15:37 PM by kohaku
 The length of silence must have been terribly long... for Nikandros was shooting emotions into the atmosphere as one would shoot fireworks on an independence evening. Are you crying? The sound of his voice made the femme shy away, away from whatever the hell caused her to be like she was. Whatever sent these kind of feelings running through her like she was but a youngling. He nears... she can hear his paws sliding against the terra... but he stops, and that may have sent another jolt of lightning through the vixen's coppery veins, conducting electricity through their expanse-- she was on fire. A fire she did not appreciate. Something she had not yet been exposed to. It sent terror through her. Anxiety. The atmosphere also became hot when she voiced her feelings. Although she did not mention who made her the way she was, she had wanted to believe that he would pick up on the subtle hint. Golden suns shifted uneasily upwards, taking the hellish prince in fleetingly. His aquamarine portals are slitted. Her chest tightened. Was he... angry?! Should she not be feeling the way she was about him? Perhaps she had misinterpreted his movements. A touch of the shoulder, an invitation to a hunt... a daring glance from across the room. Jealousy in his eyes from a pack meeting. Was that... deciphered incorrectly? Her optical units strayed, shaking uneasily. Had she herself been drawn into a situation she shouldn't have been? Was she truly a toy that he enjoyed being around and teasing with sickening, sweet words that would have made others swoon visibly? Her heart had been stolen by this bastard of a prince. Struggling with something she could not understand, the wise wolf sliced her plummage through the atmosphere, cutting it in two. Everything is magnified now. Each move is something to be taken into account. The way his incisors play with his lip, his form going rigid under his crimson and charcoal cloak. When she moved a bit, a vibration in the air sounded. Kohaku did not take it into attention, for she was scrambling to get a grasp on the situation itself, but if she had, she would have heard a soundless plea. A plea that she, perhaps, could never hear. He nods. Why is he nodding? Does he... not want her there? Kohaku felt her innards twist and squeeze together. It made her sick. She felt as if she wanted nothing better than to vomit her insides out and then be nothing but a corpse for all the unholy beings on the ground to take into their care. At his words, her eyes became dull-- hollowed. Then you should end it. This other you speak of should be depleted from your life completely. I can arrange for something slightly more permanent. All I need is a name. It took her a short while to catch her breath and realize what he was saying. He thought... he thought she was talking of a different being...? Kohaku's shoulders, once rigid, slumped and she shook. The tremors became more violent and she hid her dial beside her pillar, her eyes closed tightly. Her lips were upturned at the sides. She was laughing. The snickers could not be held back, nor could the small beads of left over tears. They pooled and wetted her lookers once more. It took at least two minutes for her to catch her breath. A-A name?! She exhaled from her nares in a scissored way, still snickering. Then, without warning, she opened her windows and gathered the courage to send him a suspiciously serious stare, golden orbs meeting oceanic ones. It's quite difficult to eradicate that which cannot be done without poison or tonic. That should have been enough of a hint. But even if he put two and two together now, she would continue. Yes-- she would spell it out for him. His past motions had been cleared from her memory entirely. Who do I spend my time with; do you wish to know? She stepped forwards. Who do I, above all else, seek out both conciously and unconconciously? Another small dance forwards. Who are you so ready to lunge at for a bloody throat? She stopped now, her rustic dial turning to the side, pondering in a light mood. Classic for her to change her attitude so quickly. But this was the true form of the ess. Carefree, malleable to anything and anything but introverted. Her domes flickered on her dial, twitching in a nervous sort of habit. Her voice softened a bit, though it was still plenty audible. I am sorry to have fooled the foolish prince. It was never my intention to have you go and rip your own jugular out. She inhaled sharply. She wanted to run. It was no doubt visible in her stargazers; they darted this way and that, often towards the exit. Yet she stayed put. You wished for a name-- and I will give it to you freely; Nikandros. It is you. || kohaku || female || adult || Jeanne d'Arc x Scarface || malignant felicity || |
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