<i> Serpent beneath the flower</i>

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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Serpent beneath the flower
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Posted on November 11, 2013 at 10:59:11 PM by Iso

Another snarl ripples from within, lips peeling back from white knives that gleam in the moon shadow before she falls silent again, claws ripping at the smooth stone below, as Iso glares with orbs that glowed with fire towards the brute. You disturbed the beast, oh how that was a big mistake. She slowly rose to her feet ears of white catching the sound of fox slowly dying away and hearing the bones snapping from within its form. A half smile began to form upon her charcoal lined lips as she looked from the broken form towards this brute. He is different, not like the others. He does not seem weak but looks can be decieving. So for now Iso will spare the boy from the demoness within. Even though the voices scratch and ache to release her instinct hound, to feel his form beneath hers, to be dominant above the rest, Iso holds back just staring unemotionally.

After a chilling moment of silence the white and russet colored fae moves forward upon light and graceful paws towards this boy. Words are uttered from her jaw but not in complete sentences

"You. Name. Now"

These three small words are laced with that of dominance but as she comes to a halt infront of the boy she is not holding the traditional stance but instead is staring at his eyes that gaze back at hers. She wants to reach into his soul find out what it is about this brute that suddenly so interest her. Is it the way that he takes an interest in torturing his prey or is there something else. Iso begins to walk again but in a circle around the brute. Her orbs of brown examining him. Every fiber of his hair, every muscle that lays beneath his skin. As she completes the circle and comes back to stand infront she utters words once again.

"Name. Iso. You interest me boy. But warn you. Call me a little lady again. True form of self will tear you apart piece by piece"

A teasing look dances across her glaring brown eyes. So mysterious boy are you speechless, intriged by the beast? Or are you feared by me?

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Voices of the Dead... - By Left For Dead November 12, 2013 at 01:35:26 AM

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