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The caves were a labyrinth from which escaping was rather unlikely, but Bane, after months of lurking through its shadows, knew the paths of it like the back of his.. Paw... The caverns served him as a den, and it served the rest of the pack for many other purposes. Including captivity.
The unlucky one was a Bitch, one that dared trespass the well-marked borders of the Blackfeather Woods pack, the dark brotherhood itself. What a fool. Bane was soon to be named Death Weaver of the brotherhood, Meldresi herself was going to be the one to mark him, and this kind of stuff was what he was going to be marked for. Torture was one of the arts he had to learn to be a full fledged member of the cult, and he would have to do it more than just once. It began today.
Ah, you're awake!
The pale guard said with animosity and a smile crooking his face as he walked out of the shadows into the dim gleam of the bio-luminescent worms that hung from the ceiling in waterdrop-shaped-mucus. Isn't it cozy in here, bitch? I did my best to save you the best room available.
he said with evil irony.