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 ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ Draven smiled and laid down, licking clean his lips, his teeth, his forelimbs, his pelt. His darling prey had sprayed him quite completely in a shower of crimson, and it felt wonderful. The blood was sweet and salty, filling... and to top it all off he was being treated to quite the performance. Thackary was swinging wildly through his own orchestra, his vocals rising and lowering in timber and volume to make his own song of torture, agony, and transformation. Draven dipped his head and nodded it bit by bit along with the gasping breath of the other, enjoying the dynamic rhythm of it all, but never did his self-grooming session rush itself. Instead, he moved bit by bit through it all, one step at a time. First he cleaned his claws, then further up his limb to his knuckles, his forearms, his elbows. He moved slowly down his shoulders, and then began the tedious task of starting to clean his face - he could not have done it before his limbs were clean, or else it would have been a futile task. He paused - as suddenly his little darling projectile vomited blood on the nearby rocky walls. It echoed about them in in a thunderous applause of cymbals being rolled upon, but Draven's quick smile turned down into a frown as bits of blackened, digested blood fell upon his recently cleaned pelt. With disdain, Draven growled at the other, and shot his paw out to send a rock tumbling toward Thackary, and he did not stare at the gorey mess long enough to tell whether or not it hit him. 'What is this . . . what the fuck is this?!' Draven supposed that it did not much matter any more if he was clean or not - already he was dirtied from Thackary's most recent upchuck. His mass heaved itself to his paws, and he had leapt upon the other's back, taking him fully and viciously until he was fulfilled, sated. After pulling back and dismounting, Draven had returned to his previous task - cleaning himself of his prey's life force. His glowing emeralds focused upon Thackary as Thackary slowly tried to rise, tried to stand. Shaking paws and limbs told of the lithe body's exhaustion, along with the stuttering that came afterward. Draven raised a brow as Thackary swallowed and tried to get out whatever he was trying to say. "Darling, they are called words - you use your tongue to form them, try again now." His nares flared briefly as the demon snorted - he would only be patient for so long...and as the delicate little boy pushed himself away from Draven, Draven finally got a decent response. 'What have you done to me? WHAT THE FUCKING SHIT WAS THAT?!' Draven stood and shook out his pelt, ignoring the timber and volume of the other's vocals. Quite at his leisure, he turned away from Thackary, not worried at all that the broken body might launch at him. "It is quite simple to tell you, darling, but rather complicated to understand. I assume you were told myths and legends, tall tales, stories, anything like that when you were young? I am - and now you too are - a vampire. I was the first in this land, no other vampire turned me. There are a few things you should know so that you do not die straight away. Things that hurt you and will in fact kill you include the sunlight and starvation. But feeding upon another is not without it's consequences - best that I can figure is that we carry a poison within our fangs (yes darling, fangs - when hunger takes you your canines will extend) and when you feed there are a few possible outcomes - the first is yours, that your prey will turn. The second is death. The third is that they do not change or die... but no matter what our poison causes excruciating pain. Let's see... ah yes you physically cannot hurt me, and cannot disobey my words. You can also mesmerize mortals... hmm I think that is it. Now, do try to stay alive, I find that I may become fond of you and your... " Draven turned his nape around so that he could stare into Thackary's eyes as he ran his tongue over his teeth. "...Derrière. So do not stray far, and do try to behave. If you miss me... You most likely will find me here or within Caidir Olc." Draven shrugged and picked up a lope, running into the darkness. He was sated, both sexually and food wise, and knew it would be time soon to start traveling back toward Caidir. Toward Lucaya. ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ |