Youth Gone Wild <sup>Fantasia</sup>

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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Youth Gone Wild ^Fantasia
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Posted on June 2, 2013 at 09:04:40 PM by Skid Row

Skid Row always kept to the shadows. His long, greasy looking fur was easily identifiable otherwise, and there was a price on his head... Or rather the loss of it. But that naver phased him, nor would it ever, so he'd just have to keep up buisness as long as possible. No one knew the caves like he did, or at least not for the same reasons. He was comfortable in the pitch black crevices in the rock that many feared, and had a whole network of them memorized. But all that was mainly for one thing.

Eoccian flowers.

They came from a type of moss, so if you found a patch you had access to tons of them. But really, the best part of the flowers was eating them. They were an easy way to get your spirits up, and quickly, to say the least. Of course, they turned your tongue slightly blue and left your eyes yellowed and slightly glossy after eating a lot of them, but they made great buisness with the other, shady types in the area. Skid had a fondness for them himself, and was heading towards one of the biggest patches he knew now.

This one he had kept secret, and most would have just dismissed them as cave flowers, blooming under a crack in the ceiling. The brute growled under his breath, seeming nonchalant as he tried not to sprint to the mossy crevice.

Suddenly he tripped over something fluffy, then rolled easily and turned back towards it, lean muscles tense and glazed blue eyes narrowed.

"What the Hell do you think your doing? Get fucking out of my way!" He snarled, eyeing the pup dangerously. He then walked over the pup, vaguely trying not to step on him as he continued talking to himself. "Who the fuck does he think he is? Trying to fuck with me while I'm after the stuff?

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