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 June 4, 2014 at 10:54:22 PM by Aerten
Silence. That was all she heard, apart from the steady dripping of liquids -for in this dark place, it could be liquid, or the life force of some poor, stupid fool who had been dragged off into the shadows to be never seen again- which sung to her mind like a lullaby. Times like this were appreciated, with the last one being broken up by Grey Wind. What an interesting one he was; she'd watch his progress with great interest. It was nice to know she had an ally on the battlefield -perhaps even one that could eventually earn her trust, though that was getting far ahead of herself at this point. Her home had been silent in the past times, and she had decided to remove herself for a short period, coming her to collect her thoughts and herself. She'd crossed over the boundary with little difficulty, the stench of blood now familial in her nares, and the grotesque decorations on the border only serving to leave a childish grin on her face. A lesser wolf may have felt fear, but Aerten was not one easily intimidated nor scared into submission. When a scent washed over her in her bubble of darkness however, her previously closed stargazers had snapped open, amber gems shining throughout the gaping shadows she currently occupied. The aroma was unfamiliar, however the unmistakable scent of Abentrot clung to the intruder in question. A steady grin worked it's way onto her face; it seemed no matter where she went, home would follow. When she stood and exited the cavern, it was as though she was a spectral being, well-trained form slipping in and out of shadows silently. Aerten was not Head Assassin for nothing after all. Soon enough, her vision landed upon one, large, dark and...relaxed. Interesting position for one of their kind. She very much doubted his guard was completely down however; Kershov was not one to let complete and utter idiots into his midst. Circling around the form, she waited until she was facing the male head on -a fair distance away of course, as Aerten rather valued her limbs, and who knew how this lupine reacted to unknown visitors- before letting out the slightest of coughs. When he opened his eyes, he would see a lean russet femme watching him intently, neutral mask painted on her palette as it always was in the company of others. "Enjoying yourself there?" OOC- |
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- HELL IS NO PLACE, HELL IS ME - By Sebastian June 5, 2014 at 07:21:02 AM
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