The caves are where it all started. They allowed the first wandering wolves access to the land of Blossom Forest, and afterward housed the monster that had threatened the earliest of inhabitants. The heroes had slain it, yes, but in doing so had also closed off one of the pathways in the caverns, magic blocking one of the many exits to Blossom Forest. But over the years, the original spell has weakened and now the way is clear. What will not only crawl out of the caverns, but erupt from it? The caves now thrum with the ever growing magic wellspring as it spreads out into the land. It is from here that the first vampire of Blossom Forest was corrupted, and it is here that any subsequent vampire will be born. To traverse its paths is dangerous - there is an almost impenetrable darkness, and in that abyss lays many secrets - hidden holes one could fall through, weakened floors, and then of course there is the labyrinthe itself. No one knows what the deeper levels hold - no one has traveled them and survived to tell tales. Not even those who call this place home dares to test their luck by going in deep, deep, deeper. The magic exuding from this place has rearranged the lands - moving packs, changing the terrain. Here the cave looks the same but it is not - it is more dangerous than ever. In addition, outside the mouth of the cave the sacred stones that once stood erect in another place now stand guard. They are colored the most beautiful arrangement of jewel tones, and almost appear to be made of gems themselves, no longer the dull grey they once were. It is within them that all official fights must take place - at the Blican Orlege. Welcome to Drylic Cofa...

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The wind cut her eyes as she fought through the darkness towards a place that perhaps wasn’t so scary. It blew in her face and howled in her ears, sending a chill up her legs and spine. She needed shelter, and she needed it now. Usually, due to lack of knowledge of places, the girl didn’t go fast paced or anything of the sort. But now, as perhaps maybe her life was in danger, Mink broke into a run. It was more of a trot, but the effort to get under a canopy or a roof was undeniable. Her legs flew through the thin snow, sending it into her pelt as she felt it. But soon, darkness seemed to wrap around more than just her eyes and mind. The defiance of the wind was gone, the bitter chill of the cold escaping her grasp. Instead, a dankness set into the girl’s stomach, spiralling concern and wariness out of her body. Breath that was not hers, however heavy hers was, reached her ears. Slowing her breathing down and after a slight moment of rest, she fell silent as she walked forward into the darkness. It was alright now that she was blind. Perhaps the person that would attack her, if one did, did not like the dark. Mink had lived in shadows almost her whole life. She held the advantage now.

But as she called out a hello, it was not long before a voice whispered back to her. It bounced on the cavern walls and in the midst of the puddles underfoot. She could not pinpoint the location. “Hello, I’m Chevelle. Sorry there is no light I did not expect company at this hour of the night.” The female broke out into a powerful laugh. It was very loud. It hurt her ears as Mink tried not to listen, cringing at the thought and power behind such a voice. “Um..alright.” Compared to the onslaught, her voice was merely a whisper, though it entered the cavern at her normal pitch level. Just then, she bumped into something furry, then flew backwards trying to blink away the sudden pain in her nose. It went away as she apologized. “It is very hard to hear you in here. I am very sorry. Usually I do not end up like this. I can usually hear you before you come in front of me. I am Mink.”

She nodded once more. “Can you lead me to a place that is drier than this? The snow is still very cold.” The wolf in front of her, Chevelle, seemed to know this place better than her. It would not be very smart for a blind wolf to lead the way in a place that echoed and smelled all the same. She waited before the vixen replied, standing and trying to decipher the sounds coming to the pits of her ears.

.: ThunderFoot :.


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