Twist was in the cave system. It seemed she was a little lost. She had tried finding her way out, but it seemed impossible. The dark web seemed endless to Twist. She devided to call upon the Dark Lord, whether he would come as that wolf or another wolf or an entirely different form. Even if it was the Darkness Lord as a black fly leading her out, she would be happy. So she raised her head and howled softly. It mocked her as it echoed beautifully through the tunnels. She smiled and lowered her head, proceeding to call the Majesty by name. O Great One, Dark Lord, Twist had lost herself in those tunnels. Guiding her to surface, please, so she may nots for ever haunts these passages. She said loudly into the maze. Again it echoed along the stone. Her lightning eyes scanned the fork in the road in front of her, pondering which way was best to go.