Random Event #5 — THE TRAP

As one of the largest mountains surrounding Relic Lore, it is no surprise that many have not yet explored the nooks and crannies of such a large landmark. The moon hung low to the horizon, glowing in a haunting shade of deep amber, almost as if it were orange. Stars dotted the clear night, though they seemed dimmer than the usual eye could capture. It was a quiet night on the Mountain of Dire, the only noise interrupting the wildlife was the small yowl of a coyote, or the hoot of an owl.


Deep in the treacherous hills rested a cave unlike many discovered so far. The scent was odious, while a malicious yet deep growl would emanate from the entrance as large spiders wove their intricate webs of destruction along the rock edges. It seemed this cave was taken.. and yet no one could explain the lack of prints leading to and from the entrance. In fact, the spookiest part of the cave was the dead rabbit that lay very near the den entrance.. as if set for a trap for any curious creature that passed.

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Mountain of Dire was open to her paws to explore. Might as well begin to explore as much as she could, for this was now her new dwelling region, and it was perhaps key for any member of Midnight Plateau to know the ins and outs of their territory bounds. Mountaineering was different for the Vielle female, however, as she grew up in a region where it was nothing but soft soils and flat ground. There was still much needed coordination and balance to practice before she would be just as good as those prancing big horn sheep that danced along the edges of cliffs fearlessly. They were her motivation, and if a mindless herbivore could do it, then so could she.

The Subordinate found herself wandering in the lower elevations of Mountain of Dire, her nose suddenly picking upon a peculiar scent carried in the breeze. Death. It was all too easy to scent, for anything that was decomposed or have died was an immediate attention grabber to every single carnivore that lived on Earth, and even found herself slightly salivating for the prospect it could have been a free carcass to dine upon, or some scraps to take back to the Plateau den to share with the rest of the pack.

Letting her nose lead the way to the destination, the Subordinate certainly wasn't planning to stumble upon another female wolf (which by her scent smelled of the wild, no association with the Plateau or a pack), and seemingly gazing into a dark void of a cave where the scent of death led to. Haughty in approaching, Elvira was not as timid to approach a female as she would a male, so there was no need to cower in a submissive pose. If anything, she carried her tail and neck tall, for she was a proud member of the Plateau and this region alone. "What is it?" Elvira asked, glancing at the female and at the mouth of the cave.

The agouti colored female seemed startled, which gave a little jolt in Elvira herself, but grinned in amusement afterward. Seems like there was something to generally spook the lone female about this particular cave, to which when she diverted her molten amber gave toward the gaping mouth of darkness, there was unease that wafted from the depths. Studying the darkness and the ambience about it that was without much detail, Elvira agreed with the female's words. "Maybe we can hit a discovery on a mystical dragon." Elvira commented jokingly, not sarcastically but with quirked eyebrows toward her, wondering if there was anything beyond their imaginations to find in a simple world like theirs.

The female who would introduce herself as Hawke LaRue, kept her yellow eyes wary upon the mouth of the cave. This caused Elvira to keep her gaze longingly upon it as well, as if sensing her anticipation of something to jump out at the two females, and to also prepare for what's to come. When introducing herself, her amber eyes flitted over to Hawke's with a small grin. "Elvira Vielle, from Midnight Plateau." Elvira decided to throw in the last detail of the Plateau, for it was in her Leader's prerogative to get the name of their pack out into the open.

Seeming like Hawke took Elvira literally for a moment, it only made her amused grin broaden across her midnight maw even more, perhaps giving her a touching look of slight madness. With an imagination as vivid and active like a puppy, there were all sorts of mystical creatures and monsters beginning to fill her mind. Her creativity was one thing that never really disappeared, even when she became a yearling. Or maybe big foot, a chupacabre, a leprechaun. Making verbal all of the fictional thoughts she was thinking, who knew what could have been lurking in this cave.

Hawke seemd to have a mental pause which was visible by the twitch of her eye at the mention of Midnight Plateau. Asking Elvira to clarify, her lustrous tail swayed behind her and her ears perked up and forward. Yes, Midnight Plateau. Alexander is our only Leader, though I'm not sure as to how long he has ruled in the name of the Plateau. We're only about four members deep as of lately. Elvira informed, falling silent then.