With the cavern’s low ceiling pressing down on your sense of comfort, you cautiously stepped forward, your torchlight revealing something unexpected ahead. A vast wall stretched across the tunnel, its surface covered in intricate carvings and paintings. The artwork wasn’t like anything you’d ever seen before—both primitive and stunningly detailed, they were a testament to a forgotten culture.
The depictions were of humans and massive, anthropomorphic figures—wolves, bears, horses, cows, and even mammoths. Each one was rendered with care, their proportions exaggerated to emphasize their femininity. The anthropomorphic figures were all tall and voluptuous, their forms towering over the humans they interacted with.
The scenes varied across the wall. Some depicted activities that seemed innocent: humans and the towering anthro creatures hunting together, carrying weapons side by side as they stalked their prey.
One showed a group of humans and wolves sharing food beneath a sprawling tree. Another depicted a bear resting alongside her male companion.
Other carvings and paintings were... less innocent. Suggestive scenes depicted intimate moments between the humans and their larger companions. Their closeness went beyond friendship, the artwork unabashed in its portrayal of shared affection and passion.
A human man and an anthro horsewoman were carved in a close embrace, while another depicted a man eagerly sucking from the teat of a cow woman.
Yet another lithograph showed a man laying with his head on the belly of a heavily pregnant fox.
There were also smaller figures scattered throughout the scenes—implied children, a mixture of human and anthro traits, playing together beneath the watchful eyes of their parents. One carving, in particular, showed a human child perched on the shoulders of a towering wolf-like figure, both of them smiling with joy.
You reached out, running your fingers along the carvings. The surface was smooth and cool, and as the torchlight danced across the scenes, you couldn't help but wonder: Who had made these? And what story were they trying to tell?
The paintings were large and rough, their shapes and details simple but clear enough to tell a story. They almost felt alive, as if they could speak without any words. But what did they mean? Were they history, myths, or something else?
The sound of a faint rumble behind you jolted you back to reality, reminding you that you weren’t alone in the cavern. Whatever had been chasing you earlier might still be out there.
It might be best to keep moving forward.
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