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 January 13, 2014 at 06:28:26 AM by Iason
even if the world shatters around me, you are mine. An odd mixture of feelings rushed through the white knight at Darcia’s surprise at his first string of lyrics. Relief that his friend wasn’t using him on purpose, anger at his ignorance of the situation. And those words that he had uttered... such poetic, yet coldly diplomatic sounds they were, drilling through his auds like shards of glass. It is not unusual? Please. At least now he had all the more reason to hate that midnight bastard. And all the more reason to hate himself for denying his true feelings. And the sadness and anger and grief flooded through him once more like he was eternally lost at sea, damned to be smothered by one towering, thundering wave after another. The pure-painted boy had never thought his death would be one of water. The next moment Iason could see nothing but darkness as the musk he adored so much filled his starving nares. With one swift movement, Darcia had shoved his dark bodice up against Iason’s light counterpart. Now, as if driven by the primal emotion of hunger itself, the hessian forced his own derma to mix greedily with the pelt of his brother. The warmth of his body was intoxicating, the smell of him dangerous, and Iason clenched his conflicted portals as he buried his skull within the charcoal shag before him. A growl, a whine, a purr, Iason knew not what came from his throat at that instant, but whatever it was could only be described as pure emotion put to sound. With great agony it was all gone too soon, Darcia’s shadow pulling away to lock their gazes together, the Alpha’s one amber sphere sticking out more than it should’ve in the presence of all that icy aqua. A hot rush of air fell upon the Beta’s mask, seriously testing his self-control. Didn’t Darcia hate him? Avoid him? Sure, they had walked through Hell hand in hand, but the dark regal knew the forbidden side of his cohort and shied away at every possible instance. Why now was he so close? So accepting? So kind... Iason released a captive breath, watching as the strong current ruffled the hairs upon that raven cheek. It was too hard to hold the he-beast’s gaze; it was not pity that he wanted, not now. His last utterance had a profound effect of the regal, it seemed, as something almost audibly snapped within the monster. A labored sigh preceded the King’s own monologue, his cranium swinging in such a way that there was no other option but to look at his friend head on. A few wandering snowflakes fell between their close stare. And for one of the first times in his life, Iason was scared to death. Afraid of what his friend would say to all this talk, afraid of losing the only mortal he had ever loved, in more ways than one. But those eyes captivated him, totally and fully, and there was no time to run away now. Then tonight I will be no King. I will be none of status. I will not make you feel the part of a prisoner. Nor will be a friend to you. More relief washed over the lad at the sound of his first words, melting his twisted insides with its coastal flow. However, Darcia’s last sentence froze him stone cold, glass oceans cracking like marbles. Iason looked away sharply, gritting his teeth to hide the pain at the utterance of those lyrics. Not a friend? So that’s how the Hell it was. Despair welled up in the boy; what was he to do now, utterly ensnared and yet utterly rejected? If only Iason knew what words were to come, and that Darcia was hiding his gazers as well at that very moment, each of them masking the feelings they didn’t want to admit they possessed. I have long since known that you linger too long on me, Iason. So, for tonight-- and one night only-- I will allow you to do as you wish. Whatever it is that you need, that you want, that you desire the most, I will give it to you. Anything at all. All was still for a moment, the silence engulfing the entirety of the forest, snow landing silently about them. W-what... For such a self-assured, pompous man, Iason suddenly felt so uncertain it was agonizing. Surely he had to be kidding. It was a joke, right? Darcia wasn’t like that, wasn’t like him; Iason had established this a long time ago. But it was the foolishness of his heart that still held on, and it was now his frozen heart that told him the black beast beside him uttered nothing but the serious truth. His muzzle slowly, hesitantly, turned to face his companion. His tinted windows showed nothing but raw desperation, insatiable desire, betraying his every feeling. Such a strong invitation, and yet... Iason’s skull began to shake faintly from side to side, the whisper of a rejection. “No. No Darica, I couldn’t do that. Not to you, not now. No, no... not my best friend...” The words fell red from his maw, quietly muttered with the slightest tinge of panic, and suddenly the whole world came crashing down around him. Iason had let his own foolish desires cloud his judgment, and now here he was seducing his brother into sin, a nightmare he was certain to hate himself for every day henceforth. But if Darcia had said it then he had to have found his resolve, and who was Iason to insult his pride now that his offer lingered in the chilling air between them? The question was if he had resolve of his own. Did he dare do this? All his dreams resting within a breath’s distance and all Iason could do was run away and hide behind his usual mask, again. Run away and hide... Refusals continued to come from the brute, rushed and pained, but it was Iason who closed to gap between them once more and plunged into that familiar ebony mane. “No... no... I couldn’t Darica, I couldn’t...” The rest of his lyrics were lost in the monarch’s fur, Iason’s panicked disposition slowly turning to the more feral end of the spectrum. A deep rumble escaped his heaving chest as he ran his ribcage along the other boy’s shoulder, banner flicking up around the base of his nape. Iason half-heartedly uttered one more rebuttal before finally giving in to his desires, plunging deep into that heavenly abyss. The angel drew one more breath of the King before escaping into the shrouded mouth of the cave, the now heavy snow further shrouding its mysteries. Iason gave only one pause to look back at his counterpart, nothing but the depth of his need displayed on his features. And then he was off into the cavern, hoping to Hell that Darcia would follow him into the secrecy of the darkness. If not, he’d be spending a very hot and bothered night alone in the cold recesses of the cave, the pain slowly tearing him apart. |
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- RAKUEN - By darcia January 15, 2014 at 00:42:38 AM
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