[Western Hills] Musca's Cave (PC locations)

[Musca]

Musca's Cave The Den of Bones Take a peak Hidden by the canopy of trees along the Western Hills, where the roads fork towards new cities and possibilities, there lies a cave long forgotten by weary travellers and abandoned by the critters that scavenge around. From a glance, it's an inconspicuous thing- the walls of the entrance bear the marks of youthful rebellion, telling tales of naivety and bashfulness. But no more will it hold sweet memories of the changing seasons, for only the brave-hearted can come in. Though low swung weeds frame the curve of the cave's aperature and the crisp crackle of the dry leaves that lie asleep on it's foot almost beckons the lost souls, it would be a fool's quest to venture any deeper. For the darkness inside the cave seem to grow more intense, more pronounced the longer one stares in. But if one was so inclined to stay a little longer... if one would to wait until the shadows stretch and grow under the broken moonlight, a new face is always welcomed with the utmost care. A Little Closer It's the rotting that hits the senses first; the decrepit flesh slowly decomposing back into nothingness, the stale fragrance of flowers that longed for a drink, of baked bones that had seen much better days. It mingles with the fresh air from outside, slowly robbing the vibrance of nature as it settles into the skin like a wet blanket worn in the winter. The feet fumbles with the ground, frustration growing as it snags indecipherable items around the cavern room. One might squint at the vague form, but alas, the dark wins out. Not a flicker of light inside could be seen, the dimness of the cave was resounding, making it seem bigger than it really is. But worry not- for the gloom greets it's new visitor with heightened senses; every touch, every smell, every movement inside is somewhat amplified, for darkness liked to play games that belittled sight. Sometimes, a rustle could be heard, sometimes far away, sometimes too close for comfort. And for the briefest moment, the cold caress of a stare prods at the back, but surely it was only the imagination. For who could stand for such a dank space? Only but beasts that preyed on nightmares. What do you see? Picture Name Description Musca Race: Zith Age and Birthdate: 11 (Spring 11 501AV) Affiliation: Crimson Edge (Member) Notes: No, she doesn't hang upside down to sleep. Rail Race: Kelvic (Maleanistic Tiger) Age and Birthdate:4 (Summer 23 508AV) Affiliation: Crimson Edge (Musca's slave) Notes: Feed the pretty kitty please. Furniture Description Bed Handcrafted with bones and strings. Quite simple and plain with a rough canvas to hide the straw mattress. Can fit two people with no moving space. Shelf Handcrafted with bones and strings. Sturdy, medium sized. Filled with an assortment of of items that doesn't make sense. (flowers, broken bottles ect) Musca's workspace A pile of random things can be seen in this area of the room (near the middle of it) containing an assortment of extra bones, strings and rocks and the odd ripped fabric and fragmented glass. Makes the room look messy and if stepped on, could be very painful. Walk around it. Secret :