Wolf in Sheeps Skin

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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Wolf in Sheeps Skin
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Posted on September 2, 2017 at 12:07:08 PM by Draven

'What� The actual fuck?'

Draven laughed, a load deep run going to chuckle that would reverberate off of each of the chamber walls. It would sound as if this intruder was surrounded on all sides's by the Devils humor. He leapt from one latch to the next, moving where he was so that even if this blinded brute had managed to figure out where Draven was, Draven would no longer be there. " as opposed to a false fuck? Have you experienced many of those then, you little shit? Are you so weak and so inapt that you cannot even get yourself a proper lay? Or is it perhaps that you can get them into your den, but when the time comes to do the deed, you fall short, either from their expectations or your own ability to pleasure them?" The dark titan knew that this stranger had been using the term as a figure of speech. As exclamation, a way to explain his confusion, his concern, and yes-his fear. But Draven had always enjoyed playing with his prey before eating them. And this one seemed particularly feisty� Driving wondered if he would be able to taste the fear in his blood. If he would be able to detect the taint of it in the meat.

' yeah, sure, nice try. Where are your scent markers then? You couldn't have bothered to piss at the entrance and warn a guy?'

Drew even clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth a few times. " tsk to tsk little one. There are ways of knowing whether something belongs to someone else besides just scent. And yet even as I say that, you're tasting the air, trying to find me. But you won't, not from my scent. I have no cologne anymore, I smell just as the world around me smells. I take on whatever aroma I am experiencing. And you will not find me from my voice, for I can already see your confusion, I can see that you cannot find me, not here. Not in the darkness." once again, he jumped to another ledge, moving closer and closer to his target. He wanted to be in exactly the right position, so that when he leapt to bite him, he would have no difficulty doing so.

' we are both blind and here, buddy, so cut the bullshit. I don't belong to anyone, least of all some egomaniac pervert hiding in a cave.'

"Au contraire, you are so wrong and so right in so many ways. You may be blind in here, but as I have already told you, this is my home. I do not belong to any pack, nor any alpha, but these pathways, this labyrinth is my own. There is no other who knows its paths like I do. I have lived here for well over a year and know all of it secrets. I have been stalking you since you first entered the cave, no don't look back the way you came. I shall hunt you down and sleigh you no matter where you run. You will stumble in the dark, I will pass flawlessly through it. Even if I was new to these caves, I still would beat you. For the first way you are wrong, is that I am not blind in the darkness. I can see you, bright as daylight. The second way you are wrong is, as I have already told you, you do belong to me. You are now my prey, and shall be my meal. But you also belong to the sick, disgusting, delectable fear that is pouring through your glands. You have no idea how delicious you smell right now, do you? But the one thing that you are correct about, my little dove, my little worm, is that I am a pervert in a cave. And I have my sights set on you. The things I shall do to you our past anything that you could ever imagine." Draven finally had made his way into the position that would give him the best advantage on his opponents. He was in front of him, but to the side, giving driven a perfect angle to leap down at him. The wolf collected his muscles, and perched on the edge of the ledge, before releasing all of his pent up energy in a thrust through the air. He was sleeping at his prey now, his mouth open, his fangs extended down in hunger. His aim was The others neck, and whether it was the side, the top, or if the brute looked up the under part of the neck, driven did not care. One bite. One bite was all that was needed for his poison to be released, and for his prey to be done.

Replies:

knives in your back - By thackery! September 4, 2017 at 00:15:29 AM
Wolf in Sheep's Skin [ mature ] - By Draven September 4, 2017 at 09:12:04 PM
knives in your back - By thackery! September 29, 2017 at 02:37:02 AM
Wolf in Sheep's Skin - By Draven November 3, 2017 at 11:25:58 PM

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