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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Towers pivoted at the sound of a voice, just as cold as his was. He was correct in his assumptions of the stranger being a girl but still he did not recognise exactly whom it was; that was until she stepped out of the shadows. The stranger had turned out to be Lolita, one of the newest members of Cold Summers. As her bodice emerged from the darkness the lad caught a glimpse of tense muscles yet a cool and calm exterior- this one was going to be a real challenge.

"Didn't your mother ever teach you that if you don't have something nice to say, don't say it?" The brute’s face stayed un-emotional just as it always was, his mind thinking of the best come back without starting something he would have to finish. ”I would have taken it more as helpful advice from a pack mate, but if you so choose to stick your paws in dangerous water then go ahead. I don’t care.” Usually he would have tried to be a little bit nicer, but judging by the way she had reacted to his words it was obvious that she could handle him being his usual grumpy self.

The fae remained standing a rather confused mask placed on her feminine cranium. What was there to be confused about? Lycaon had thought he had shown off his intentions very clearly and if she couldn’t pick up on the fact that he wasn’t the nicest stranger to bump into then she was thicker than he thought. Whilst he waited for the next events to unfold the lad took the time to search the girl. He didn’t care if he was being obvious and really didn’t give a damn if she cared, this was his usual method of greeting someone and he wouldn’t stop it just for her.

His eyes traced her dappled pelt, not really a good camouflage technique for a dark cavern although the blackness did dull her colours slightly. Her amber orbs where much like his, however his had seen too much death to be considered beautiful- hers he couldn’t quite tell. Gathering the most information he could, Ly came to the decision that this little princess wasn’t really royalty at all she was more of a damsel in distress that had gotten fed up of waiting to be rescued and had saved herself. Probably why she was so bitter to the world. ”So what brings you to this dangerous place, or are you just here to annoy me?” The monster figured that if they were going to be locked in riveting conversation he might as well put a little bit of effort forward.

Lycaon ~ Cold Summers ~ No Mate ~ No Heirs.






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