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 ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ It was almost serendipitous, the way that fate chose to intertwine his path with so many others along the way. Most often it has been entertaining, amusing even. And never once had Draven ever taken it for granted. He had known what it was like to starve, to suffer the slow miserable death of hunger. He also knew what true death felt like, how much pain something could cause, although he doubted that anything could ever be as painful as when he had turned into a Dreor Stragga … But it seemed that pain was not in the cards for him today, no. Today was for memories, today was for pleasure. Today was for playing. And today also so happened to have him wandering in his old home, the much talked about, and often feared focus of many myths and legends - Drylic Cofa. Most thought it had a single mouth, one that led to its innumerable twisting labyrinth like trails. Some were dead ends, others held far worse dangers, like caveins, or holes to fall through to your death. And because of the lack of the light, most ended up getting lost, most, but not all. Draven, gifted as he was by his night vision due to his vampirism, had found it quite cozy. There was a time long ago that this had been his den, and any who dared enter became his playthings - be it as a meal or merely a bag into which he could shove his rod over and over until he was sated. And Printesa had been one of those - only she had entered willingly, followed him willingly. Due to some… Strange and mysterious happenings, Draven had grown attached to her, almost obsessively so. It was as much love as he could feel, as the sociopath he was. But after her time, she had fled, and he had done nothing to chase her down. Yet, on the first and only day that he had visited the caverns since when he had joined Crith-Thalmhainn, here she was again, calling out for him. Silently, he stalked her in the darkness, moving parallel to her a floor up, so that he could watch her, listen to her, enjoy her random stumblings about. And he would have been content to watch her amble about for hours more, had not a familiar face greeted her in the darkness, offering to end her life or else gift her a new one. Silently, Draven leapt down from ceiling behind Rogan so that he had blocked the nearest exit. “My my, but haven’t we grown. I do believe she was calling for me, Rogan, and not for you. Yet here you are, nonetheless. You are not quite the sniveling little outcast that you once were - the lost dog of the last remaining daughter of Lucaya… Sorry, I forgot the dead Queen had renamed herself, Lucyne... What a sad and miserable life for you, first to join a pack of vampires and then turn into one yourself… Then to feel bonded to your maker yet still never fit in. And now here you are… Trying to sneak off with someone else‘s meal. Tell me, how is Caidir Olc? Oh, that’s right, you were pushed out of there… An orphan again I see. So who all is left, anyone? What about Diosa, that delicious little ball of fluff? Has she grown up anymore? Perhaps I should track her down, see what she tastes like all grown up…” Draven snarled at Rogan and gestured for him to beat it before setting his sights on Printesa. Something akin to a purr slipped from his mouth, but it rumbled in his chest a bit too deep, carried with it too much of a threat rather than pleasure. But then… Pain and pleasure were often intertwined when it came to Draven anyway. “Well hello, love. It has been quite a while, hasn’t it? Have you missed me? Did you miss the way I filled you up, the way I nailed you? Did you miss my teeth on your skin, the pain I inflicted on you? You are quite the little masochist, aren’t you, returning here, looking for me. But you would not have come here if you weren’t looking for something, and as you said it yourself you are looking for a favor. Make it interesting, my love. For old times sake I will hear you out… And repress the hunger I feel just at the sight of you. “His crimsons rolled toward Rogan. “I thought I said to beat it, pipsqueak. Do I need to be more obvious? Fuck. Off. Unless you were looking to be penetrated as well. She has dibs first, but you can always have my sloppy seconds if you want.” Slowly, he slunk toward the pair, inhaling sharply as he tasted Tesa‘s perfume on the air. It flared up old memories - the strange emotional connection he had had her, the urges she had made him feel. He took another step, and inhaled again, his eyes rolling back into his skull for second as he remembered everything he had done to her. Another step, and he was within the same air that they were now breathing together. Draven reached out to nuzzle against the inside of her flank with his snout, interested to see if she would flit away or let him touch her. He did not really care which - sometimes it was more fun if they were unwilling… WC 919 ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ |