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...
I'm Your Worst Nightmare Dressed as your Day Dream ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ She was not stupid. That much was clear. Most of the esses who he brought to his den immediately tried to run. As soon as they landed at the bottom of the slide, they would rise and try to outrun them, their fear driving them to figure out a way out and unable to see that there wasn’t a way out. He would watch them circle his den, running like a trapped mouse in a trap. And that was exactly what they were – he was the cat and they were his prey. Draven would not lie – he always enjoyed that because he then got to punish them for their stupidity… but he would always wait. He would wait and watch until realization crossed their gaze as they came to understand that there was no way out for them. Some of them found the staircase, and some of those rare few even tried to ascend it, but none of them had ever succeeded, and as far as Draven was concerned, none of them would. Draven was smart and always made sure that any prisoners he kept had a debilitating injury. This lassie, for instance – he had dislocated her hip. Sure, it had relocated… but the clot that had formed in the joint would last for at least a week and prevent her from using it. And before she was able to use again, he would do something else to her – break a bone, shred muscles… anything to keep her from using his staircase. The ledges were thin and far apart and required precise balance and timing. For Draven, by now, it was route movements and he could do it blindfolded in utter darkness. But with the injuries he inflicted, none of his prisoners would ever be able to make even the first leap. And thus when they tried to escape, they would fall and further hurt themselves… and then of course Draven would punish them yet again. It was a marvelous circle that the demon never tired of. And, at any rate, he had no desire for any of them to leave… alive at least. But this little caged bird tried no such thing – when he arrived, she was utterly still on the ground. She was smart enough to know that – at least for now – she had no hope of escape for her. The ess laid in a heap of pain and suffering, her gaze firmly set on the earth in front of her, but it finally came to look at him when he addressed her. There was no defiance in her gaze or anything of that sort. Instead, she seemed nervous and timid, each motion carefully enacted so as not to further anger him. It was amusing really, how she tried to appease him… but he could see the clockworks ticking away in her mind, calculating each second a plan for the future. And Draven would let that bit of hope stay – the hopeful ones always took longer to break and lasted longer – in short they were more fun. And this little doll would be fun, indeed. But another part of him was angry that she wasn’t more defiant… for those were more fun too, in their own right. Finally, she spoke, answering his question, but not in the way he had wanted. ‘Theodosia.’ Draven scowled down at her and swiped a claw down her haunches on the side that he had dislocated her hip. No doubt this would cause more pain than a wound inflicted elsewhere – an injury such as a hip dislocation made the nerves near it hypersensitive and increased the sensations. A growl rumbled from him as he flickered the tip of his plume, revealing all too clearly his discontent. “If I wanted your name I would have asked for it! I want to know about you – your parents, your family, your friends, your homeland. Your favorite food. You have no name, not here. Here you will be called whatever name I currently fancy, be it ‘doll’ or ‘slave’ or ‘fool’.” He began to circle to her, a look of disgust upon his façade as he studied her… he wanted to eat, to feed, and yet she had not been the strong varg that he had been searching for. She had not been the muscle and sinew that would nourish him back to his previous health… and because she had not been what he wanted, he was only all the more angry with her. “Speak, slave, now!” His temper was quick and acute, turning on and off in the blink of an eye, but for now it was here to stay. ‘Can… I ask who you are? Your name, that is…’ Draven clucked his tongue and raised his paw to strike out at her again, claws aimed toward her again but the strike did not fall. Instead it was the lashing of his words that would rain down upon her. “My name is Draven but never shall you call me only that. Always you shall call me either ‘Master’ or ‘Master Draven’. Those are your options, from now on, and that is it. Now then, be quick and loosen your tongue, and address me properly when you respond. Tell me all that I want to know post haste.” ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ |