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 ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ Printesa almost literally purred when Draven neared her and nuzzled into her flank, encouraging him to leave Rogan alone. Draven shrugged and had gestured toward Rogan, telling him to beat it - Draven was not particularly attracted to Rogan, usually preferring more feminine creatures (no matter whether their physical sex was male or female). Often he found that he enjoyed those who feared him and struggled more often than those who willingly took him, but on the rare occasion that he actually found a wolf attracted to him - there was a different effect on the vampire. Affection for Draven was not made up of kindness, sweetness, gifts… no. Not at all. It did mean that he became more focused upon them, almost to the point of obsession though. He would take their likes and dislikes into consideration when it came to the more carnal delights, and if they did not particularly like torture, he would hold back on harming them. There would of course be the few nips and scratches typical of any sort of sexual encounter worsened by Draven’s sadism, but he would refrain by doing anything that would leave a raised scar. And then, there was of course the trait of his polygamy - nothing would stop that. Even when he had taken Lucaya as a mate, he still had maintained his consorts, a matter of contention between the pair of them. Draven had never been monogamous during any one moment in his life and he doubted that he ever would be. After all, the dark vampire Queen Lucaya had been just about as close of match as could ever be created for Draven, and if she had not inspired it in him, no one was likely to. At any rate, he had only been loyal to her until her strength had wavered and faded - after that point, disgusted by her and seeing a bit too much of a similarity between the two of them in her fading glory, he had destroyed her. To be more clear, he had first sodomized her before commanding her into the sun, and seeing as he was her sweoster, she had been unable to disobey. At any rate, Draven’s lip curled and he snarled as Printesa pulled away from him - it was rare for her to deny him. The offshoot had his anger raging to a boil through his veins and he had turned around to snap at Rogan - the whelp was not moving quick enough for him. Second by second, Draven was getting the idea to change this from a normal romp to a ménage à trois. Either that or he and Printesa could feast on the dead body of Rogan and consummate their affections once again atop of his corpse like a royal bed. Despite the fact that she had tensed and retreated, in her next breath she was demanding the vampire’s undivided attention. ‘I’d prefer your attention be on me, I have news for you. Some stupid, filthy, revolting tempest has killed my Thackery. So Draven my favour is either kill me or find a way for me to be useful once again. I have no reason to keep going on now. There's no one left to really care about me.’ Draven clicked his tongue against the rough of his mouth. “Tsk tsk tsk. Printesa, my dear, you think that there is no one to care about you? I have cared for you, worshipped your body, of course in my own way. But of course it has been months, you may have forgotten that. But I would be more than willing to make you useful again.” Tesa had sighed before continuing to explain. ‘I don’t feel like living anymore. If you wish for me to be a plaything again then that is fine with me. If you wish to rip my throat from my body and feast in my blood that is fine as well. I just can’t keep living if everything I love is going to be taken from me. But know this. If you decide to keep me alive I will hunt down the Tempest that destroyed Thackery for him having to survive on blood and I will rip her body apart and feast on her blood and her flesh. I will make all tempests rue the day that they ever decided to harm a vampire in my presence. For you are a precious creature, a dear creature to me and none should ever harm you. I will come for you Tempest and you will bleed from your eyes and suffocate under my paws as I destroy what little life you have.’ Rogan in the meantime had insisted upon the fact that Draven would never touch Diosa while Rogan still breathed. Draven shot him a wink. “Who said anything about you still needing to breathe?” Draven returned to ignoring the little snot and focused his burning crimsons on Tesa. At this, Draven found himself completely intrigued. Printesa had requested a death sentence, an end to her life, yet she seemed to have a lot to live for - with anger to spare. Once upon a time, she had been innocent and kind… but now she seemed to be a different kind of soul, one darker, corrupted, tainted. Draven smiled at her and then slowly began to shook his head. “Oh, darling, you won’t do anyone any good dead. But alive… life can be interesting and fun. Let me show you…” Draven leaned forward, his mouth agape to bite her, but then he closed his jaws and pulled back. It was not often that he missed things, but he had been slow on the pickup. His plan had been to bite her, to turn her. But then his mind had caught onto the fact that she was not blind… not any more. And the only thing that the vampire king knew of that could cure traumatic blindness was… “Vampirism… but you aren’t…” Draven lifted a paw to sweep back her upper lip, but there was no fang replacing her canine. “You aren’t a vampire… but you… were a vampire?” Draven leapt to her rear and quickly circled her a few times. She still had her normal scent, only solidifying the fact that she was not a vampire. “I was not aware there was a cure for vampirism. Return to my side, Printesa, be my consort and tell me of your story. I have taken up residence in Crith-Thalmhainn, bring a gift of a skinned head and you will be admitted as well.” But then, as he had already done a few times, Rogan interrupted, offering Printesa another option - an invitation to join Caidir Olc. As he did so, he had bumped into Draven, pushing his way in between Draven and Rogan. The hessian snapped at the air around Rogan, close enough to pull out a few loosened hairs. “Is that swamp heap still running? I heard the magical nature of the lands reclaimed it. As for the offer - ” Draven glanced at Printesa. “This one is your choice. Although you know well enough you will never be fucked by these pussies they way you were by me.” WC 1188 ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ |