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 October 10, 2014 at 08:59:03 AM by Harries.
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One lengthy charcoal stilt after another brought the kalak from the depths of his den- or love lair as he so affectionately named it. Perfumes of many a one night stand radiated from within, scratches and dints residing in occasional places in the structure of the earthy cavern. This was no home, and never would be a place for a family or male wishing to lay with only one female- oh no- this was a place of fun and seduction; the one place where Harries was always on top. However, there had been a long absence of females returning to his den and the pauper was beginning to grow agitated. It had not been long since the arrival of his sister and with her she brought not only a scolding from his father but the news that his bastard brother was also living in Blossom Forest. And as if by a magical coincidence, his dimwit of a sibling, had pledged his allegiance to the very same pack his first victim and children also lived in. A twisted chuckle escaped the snowy throat of the beast as he strode magnificently from his nest and into the mild pre-winter winds. It was so much easier to keep track of all your pawns when you kept them in the same convenient basket. It was, as he discovered on exit from his sleeping quarters, a typical autumn’s day in Blossom. Oddly shaped and grey-scale clouds hung heavily in the blanket of darkening blue sky, as the sun, even though hidden by the groggy overcast sky, did it’s best to push warming rays towards the earth. At first the monarch had considered returning to the warmth and comfort of his boudoir in order to shut out the despicable day but he had quickly reconsidered. Wouldn’t that have been an utter bore? Instead, and despite his better judgement, the pauper continued with his journey though somewhat swifter than he had travelled before. As he moved in a maze of directions, unsure as to where he was actually going, the harsh breeze ruffled his ginger fleece and caused a dramatic shiver to overpower the boy’s athletic torso. Harries had never enjoyed the winter months nor had he ever liked the rain or wind. Those months were all about snuggling with the ones you loved and protecting each other from the wild elements outside; therefore being a full time bachelor was not the best profession when the wind threatened to rip your shelter from right above your head and leave you stranded in the snow and ice to meet your fate. The wolf moved onwards, pushing against the growing breeze as his chocolate portals searched for a port of interest but as he suspected no-one sane enough had dared to venture out of their homes. A gurgle of annoyance rose up his vocal tract as the world passed by silently- giving the impression that Harries was the only creature alive. ’What better company.’ His mind chuckled at the statement, but it wasn’t long before the pauper was engulfed by yet more irritation. It was starting to rain. Small droplets had fallen first, finely lacing the male to create a deep red hued robe that Harries didn’t mind so much. But those delicate little water bubbles had soon changed becoming bigger and heavier and faster sending the varg running for shelter. By the time he reached a rock formation that would serve to give him protection from the storm whirling around above his head, the prince was D R E N C H E D. His coat was now a deep crimson, almost the shade of drying blood on a corpse. His blackened stilts and mane seemed to melt into the red like dripping paint and unlike his usual posture and make-up; the male looked nothing more than a drowned rat. With a frustrated sigh, the prince made his way further into the cavernous hole and away from the swirling breeze and pelting rain that rumbled past the entrance. Splashes of water, dripping from his mighty frame, became the only noise echoing through the vast rocks- a sort of eerie sound that could play horrendous tricks on the mind. It was only when deep enough into the darkness that Harries finally began to take in his surroundings. The varg had placed him-self in what appeared to be a winding maze of connected tunnels; a place that made the twisted criminal feel oddly at peace. He had been here before! Yes! Apollonia. But this time he had come alone and wet and though peaceful, filled with a rage that would never free him. After seating himself in a quiet and dark corner of the cavern, the male began the long winded task of making himself looking beautiful again. His tongue continuously lapped at his now drying fur and after what seemed like hours of work, Harries was beginning to look like himself again. It was not long after that the beast- who craved constant entertainment- wracked his brain for wolves he could call to him; pawns that would serve to lighten his mood and quench his thirst for mischief. And only one wolf came to mind. His head was thrown back then, muzzle lifting to the roof of the rocks. One word was hummed from his snowy throat, a name. ”Shae!” |
Replies:
- Slow Me Down - By Shae October 21, 2014 at 12:03:58 PM
:Honey you should see me in a crown: - By Harries. November 17, 2014 at 06:24:38 PM
SlowMeDown - By Shae November 24, 2014 at 07:43:05 PM
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