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 ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ Though he regretted not having her blood pouring down his mouth, into his stomach, her filleted flesh flailed across his own, her warmth slowly fleeting as he would feel her life leaving her… Somehow it was worth it to see her burn in the brightness of day. Lucyne had overstepped every boundary, had pushed against every suggestion and command that Draven had given her… But that had not been what bothered the vampire. No, that had instead been her sudden softness, the breaking of her mind from the shattering of her offspring that had disgusted him. Draven had once been attracted to her beauty, her dangerousness, her willingness to do whatever it took to succeed. They had been so alike, and so to see her devolve into something inferior, something less, had been, to be honest, quite terrifying. Draven had seen reflected back at him his own future, in which he would someday age and degrade, when his own weaknesses would come to hurt him, and perhaps his mind would fail him too. And in that vision, he had been there alone, without any others to spend the time with, to comfort him, to help him ease his way out, and then at the very end, to mourn his passing. Thus had he seen Lucaya as a reflection of himself, and what he saw disgusted him, terrified him, and he want to destroy the evidence. That had been why he had killed Lucyne… But it seemed that the world was oddly serendipitous, and at the moment when he felt most depressed and mortal, it had brought him a delicate sweet thing, and forced his hand, forced him to fall in love with her. But dark and vile creatures do not love as those do with morals. Their love becomes all obsessive and becomes tainted with darkness, with a need to have all of them. And if they can’t have that? No one else can either… And normally it grows over time, quietly building, that was not the way of today, nor was it the story of love between Draven and Printesa. Theirs had been brought on like a earthquake, with all the destructiveness of it to. And that did not bode well for the Femme, who was innocent in fragile in her own right. Draven would surely consume her... and so he had spoken to her of dreadful promises he would fulfill whether she wanted him to or not. ‘Um... I don’t know what you mean sir. I’m Printesa. I’m... already in a lot of pain... please don’t hurt me.’ Draven smirked and leapt toward her, noting the odd gaze over her gaze. His smile crinkled into a stern frown as he peered at her. It was looking at two pools of glass, and he could dimly are the reflection of his own crimson orbs floating within him, and something in him made him glad that she would never see the horrors that he committed. But even if she could, it would not stop him from commiting them. She was raising her paw now, reaching out toward him and he took a single step forward, gently and easily pushing the paw aside so that he was within her space, looming over her. “Hurt you? Oh my dearie no. I will bring you hurt and pain, but it will be nothing lasting. But you are mine now, and I will be yours, for better or worse, for as long as these feelings last.” The ebonero inhaled sharply and felt his fangs extending down as he started to salivate - she was bleeding. “Ah, me, but you are hurt. What have you done to yourself? But where are my manners, love? I am Draven, the first of the vampires, slayer of the Vampire Queen, and maker of Thackary. Now, list your paw so that I may taste your blood...” He grinned wickedly, but then paused - she would not see that smile, nor any other facial expression that he wore... so instead he grunted, annoyed, especially since he was so expressive of a wolf, and roughly nudged against her shoulder, urging her to lift her limb. ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ |