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 ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ The brute in front of him apparently had no idea who Lucaya was… And had not meant himself to be a gift. Part of the demon was disappointed that Lucaya had not gifted anything to him - she was still upset that he had laid with another female. It would have been ironically perfect if she has sent a male to him - hoping to tempt him enough to prevent him from laying again with Briseis. So how... how would she take the entrance of this new character? Draven grinned - he would find out soon enough. But for now, here he was, a delicious little morsel for Draven to feed upon, both in the physical and sexual derivations of the word. Draven would not be complaining anytime soon - he had enjoyed it too much. But that did not mean that he would not be forcing the issue and ensuring that this one would never leave him. He had focused his mind and pushed his influence over the other, and Draven immediately felt a bond just as Tiberius laid down, his coat being dirtied by the cavern‘s dirt floor. This would be his submissive, his slave, his companion. Draven did like to collect things about him, but he did not have any desire for redundancy. He enjoyed Briseis for her optimism, her continued hope that she may one day escape. He enjoyed Lucaya for her dark pleasures, her want to revenge. And Tiberius? He enjoyed that Tiberius enjoyed him. But he wanted to know more… He liked knowing the intimacies, the details that had shaped his prey into who they were now. That had brought them to this moment, into his jaws, into his grasp. “Tiberius is an awfully grown-up name for you… And yet Tibby seems… Effeminate. Tell me Tibby, tell me your tale. Tell me about your family, your home, your upbringing. Are there others, do you have friends who I would also enjoy? Or you are you unique? Or perhaps you do not wish to share me with others? You enjoy me too much?” Draven smirked with a dark chuckle, and reached out to finish the job that Tiberius had started - grooming. Draven roughly grabbed the other’s neck and pulled him across the floor toward him with a quick jerk. His tongue swept over the other’s coat in a hastened fashion, Cleaning all of the other‘s coat of the blood and dirt and grime that driven had ground into it. He did love to make messes… But he was almost obsessive about cleaning them up. His own bed was made from flayed coats, stripped from his prey. But they were cleaned first, and then dried out in the sun. And even after that they were washed and then tried again. And his own done? Was clean. He never committed his acts there, not wanting to sell leave the ground. And now, seeing as Tiberius was now his, he wanted it to be clean as well. Or rather, him, not it. Draven released his grip on Tibby, and shook himself out. He lowered his front end toward the ground and raised his haunches into the air, stretching out his spine nice and long. It was time for him to start heading home. His rolling orbs swept back toward his newest plaything. Perhaps he had... a little bit more time for fun. But it would all depend on what answers Tiberias provided to him. Draven laid down in front of his slave and crossed one limb over the other, his nails clicking and tapping on the hard cavern floor. ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ |