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Crystal Courts :: Outer Calaelen :: Yunen Peaks :: The Rabbit Warren

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The Rabbit Warren
« Thread Started on Sept 27, 2006, 12:04am »

The cold whind whistled heartlessly through the mountain peaks, echoing hollowly off of rock spurs and cave walls. The gray/slate color of the walls and rocks were everywhere, with no greenery to be found...
At least, none that could be seen by the human eye, for no human would ever get so far into Yunen Peaks. No human could find their way into Yunen Peaks and find their way out again.

And if you happened to be male....
Lord help you if you were male.

A vicious, wicked, flirtatious chuckle bounced off the rock faces. With the acoustics of the mountains, one could scarcely tell where it came from.

An older man with salt-and-pepper hair panted his way up into the mountain peaks. Sweat dripped down his face, into the deep grooves around his mouth. His eyes burned.
"How the hell did I let myself get up here?" He asked himself waspishly, wiping his face. He stopped to rest, leaning on a rock face---then the giggle sounded again, and his eyes widened. His mouth opened slightly and he looked frantically around for the source.

A young maiden with copper-colored hair stood up on a peak, standing so that her thin red silk dress fluttered against her well-curved body. She smiled, impishly flaunting, shamelessly flirting. The man straightened and settled his ruffled tunic. The young woman set herself on the cliff face, long legs dangling luxuriously over the edge. The male watched with hungry eyes, fingers reaching for her. He climbed up the cliff, yearning for her, lusting heavily, and she laughed. He thirsted for it. "Wait, wait!" He called. "Don't run!"

For indeed, she was doing just that. She ran up as he reached the top of the clff, standing behind a rock and letting herself be concealed by the small bits of copper ore in the earth. The man looked around feverishly, eyes searching, chin thrust forward. He stood at the very edge of the cliff. "Where did she go...?"

The copper-haired woman laughed again, spinning out from behind the rock. He jumped and instinctively ran after her. But no matter how he tried, she was like the wind---every time he thought his hands grasped her flesh, he felt nothing. Every time he thought his lips brushed her hand, he felt cold air brushing along his hand. And every time he thought he would catch her, she was always somehow just in front of him, unreachable, but there. The man moistened his lips.
"Now," he said firmly. "Miss. Stop running," he said softly, soothingly. He reached for her, lunging, to recieve only another laugh, joyful, happy---and wicked. He screamed as air brushed by his face and he began to fall... over the other side of the peak.

The young woman watched, face contorted in fiendish joy, eyes smiling maliciously, mouth open in half-snarl, half-laugh. The man screamed again as his feet left the earth, and she watched. She made no move to help him. He moaned in fear and pity as he went plunging off the rock face down, down, down. At least five thousand feet down... When he had lunged for her, she had leapt onto a small jutting bit of the rock wall, then behind him. She had not touched him. She had not said a word. He had never touched her, nor learned her name... though he would have done well to.

This was the oread of Yunen Peaks---Avalon Valery, the copper-haired immortal who lured men to their deaths. A vicious, wicked being, she was, with a heart of ice and stone. Her eyes glittered as she watched the old man's body bounce off of the rocks below her. He was still falling---her mouth curved in a malicious smile. Wonderful.

Avalon began heading back to her dwelling, spotting it instantly. The cave's mouth was surrounded by greenery---greenery she had planted herself. Inside it was comfortable and lush, with a deep pit for a fire and several raised platforms of stone for beds and chairs. Avalon looked up through the small opening in her cave ceiling as she went deeper inside it. The clouds shifted slightly, and if Avalon didn't know better, she'd swear Morgaine herself was up there, smiling approvingly.

Sighing, though with happiness or irritation even she couldn't tell, Avalon dressed herself in a fine black gown with red hems. Shortly, she composed her facial expression into the 'mourning face,' and headed for the front of the cave. In front of it was a large mound of dirt; she stopped briefly at this and dropped a piece of granite, cursing it. It fell to the ground, then turned black as she poured hot water over it. It mingled with many other stones---the only remnants of the many, many, men she had sent to their deaths. Chuckling, Avalon began running down through the mountains. She had a ball to go to.

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