This choice: A young Muscular Male Wolf • Go Back...Chapter #2The Search for GOLD! by: Talon   Ahh.. alone at last, free to explore, and plunder. This is what you were searching for for years, you heard legends about huge caves filled
with millions of tons of gold. You don't want to work, and with riches like you plan you could be lazy till a hundred. You take out the lantern you brought with you, if you told them they would have wanted to share your light. you notice the huge passageways, reminding you of how a glacier would carve something over millions of years. you move through the enrmous cavern, the stink of feline is filling the air, some stray cats, you wish you brought your crossbow so you could hunt em. You move on, the smell getting stronger, you notice that there is very little light, but a few stray rays get through... odd.. you thought this place ws abandoneded. You reach a huge arch, beyond it lies a cavern dark and far to wide and deep to see from your position you slowly move in, dimming your lanturn
A massive room in the dark is in front of you, faint light manages to let you get a rough idea of the layout. everything is enormous, made for
thingns easily ten times your size. you see crudely made objects, stone and wook, a 2 couches, 4 chairs and a few tables. there are torch holders everywhere, but up at least 50 feet high. You squirm in and stand under one of the tables, climbing onto a low crossbar you catch your
breath.Looking up you see the glint of gold on the couch, it's a golden bracelet of massive size, bigger than you. You snort to yourself and
start to climb the stone furniter, many handholds in the crude design make this easy for a buff fellow like you. as you reach your golden goal
you give it a tug... ok.. you forgot how bloody heavy this stuff was..... suddlenly light appears, looking up you see a torch is in it's holder now and a massive feline is in the far doorway, a tiger, chubby looking and wearing a poorly fitting red tanktop, and a pair of white boxers, eyes blinking sleepily he stagers in. You freeze in terror.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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