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...
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Posted on March 20, 2019 at 08:07:48 PM by Macaria
__________________________________________ Her sleep was not a dreamless one, nor did it do much to revive her, especially in comparison to how much better she felt after a good meal and a food fuck. She usually spent the day sleeping away, but it had been harder and harder to get comfortable, harder and harder to both fall asleep and stay and sleep ever since her fight with Grey Wind, and so once again she had taken to her old addiction - Papaver somniferum, more commonly known as poppy. She had first come across the plant during her studies under her aunt Kahlan. It was very useful medicinally – it could ease pain, suppress coughs for those with pneumonia, even helped with intestinal spasm… but the risk from overuse was of course addiction. The euphoric high gained from its ingestion was hard to forget, and Macaria was in need of it once more. It seemed that both her initial addiction and her relapse now were due to the same wolf, Grey Wind. And now? The poppy within her system activated her mind and sent her into a spiral of hallucinations... She was climbing the mountain, higher, higher, the shale beneath her paws breaking beneath her weight. Each step was as if she was landing upon fragile glass that then shattered, minuscule pieces tilting at every angle, some of them piercing her soft pads. Bloody paw prints were left in her wake, and the further she ascended, the steeper the slope got. At times she thought about turning back, but she couldn't, she wouldn't. If she did, she would fall down into the abyss that was riding up behind her, demons hidden in the shadows biting at her heels. But now that the mountain was nearly vertical above her, she regretted ever starting this mission, this journey, and feared the fall that she would eventually make. For she was high, high, high above the ground, and the impact of her body against the ground would crush her. She would die, probably not fast, but would see her life blood flow from her until the crimson shaded her vision... and then she would get cold, so cold... Until she ceased to exist at all in this plane of materiality and be accepted at last into Tor's maternal embrace. Macaria had never feared death, but she feared the inevitable truth of life - atrophy. Everything and everyone was in a constant state of decay, growing older, rotting, decomposing bit by bit and only fools thought that they were fully alive and that they could survive anything. Her paw prints gripped against the shale, the blood seeping from her pads sticking to it, and though it hurt even more, what was perhaps worse was that the shale that was now stuck to her paws took away the natural grip of her pads. The ground beneath was slipping, sliding, and then she was slipping and sliding too. The mountain disappeared and she was falling down in the cold abyss of her mind, but then suddenly pain erupted throughout her spine and it was horrible, but it was wonderful too, for if she could feel pain then surely she was alive. Forcing her eyes open - for at some point they had been firmly shut closed - and she saw sprouting from her back a set of wings, glorious ebony wings, but instead of feathers, they were plated in fur, a continual extension of her body, and her falling ceased. Instead she was flying higher and higher, and finally she flew over the peak of the mountain, through the dampness of the clouds and was suddenly blinded by the bright rays of the sun! Macaria screamed, knowing that the sun would surely kill her, and the scream managed to wake her from her dream… Fluttering lids tried to awaken the fae, but at the same time tried to block out the sun. Macaria slowly became aware of her own sense of being and took a deep breath, hoping that the oxygen would clear her mind of its slumbering lowered consciousness, but it was the real pain in her head that fully awoke her. Macaria snarled and scrambled backward into the darkness of the den that she had claimed for the last few days, the pain slowly receding from her cranium as the bright sunlight no longer glared upon her. Her scream abated and she took a deep breath before slowly counting backward from ten. However, by the time she got to seven, she was turning around, her fangs elongating as they slipped past the corners of her lips, for in the air she tasted the cologne of another wolf. Her near death was already forgotten, although it had once again felt good to have the warmth of the sun upon her back. She was unsure how this had happened – unless she had fallen asleep just at the mouth, and managed to sleep through the day, the night, and into the next day. Ah yes that was it – it had been cloudy when she had laid down to sleep… that and her high from the poppy had been why she had not backed further into the den… “Well, hello there. And who are you?” WC: 873 _________________________________________ ||Macaria||Uyaraut Adlartok||Vampiress||Grey Wind|| |
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