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...


You know my name not my story.

Before my little eyelids were even open my brain had registered the pain. Maybe that's why I had slept so long. But I knew sooner or later I would have to wake up and treat the wounds. So regretfully I forced my eyelids open, only to find myself surrounded by darkness. Where was I? Better yet.. What had happened to me? I couldn't remember how I had gotten here, but where had I been last? Blinking a couple times to get my eyes adjusted, I was in some sort of cavern. Standing up to get a better look at my surroundings, I was drug out of my thoughts by a pain shooting up through my leg. I stumbled and fell on the rock floor. Remembering that I was injured. By the amount of pain in my leg something had to be broken. Looking over the rest of my body there were scratches everywhere. My small white pelt covered in red, was it all my blood?

I was racking my brain to try to remember anything. I tried to start with the basics. My name is Taylor. I have a white pelt with brown eyes. I have a British accent. My mother and father are... dead. They were killed by a wolf who shockingly resembled.. Kershov.

My eyes widened. It was almost like a dream, so distant in my mind. Hardly remember anything about it. But I do remember Abendrot, and the Hell it really was. Lets just be honest, I have a mouth that got me into a lot of trouble. I have a strong will, which Kershov was trying to break. I don't remember much about any of the wolfs except him, he made it known to everyone who he was. A shiver went up my spine. He was so set on breaking me, I along with others were prisoners. But what had happened to them? What had happened to me to end up with a broken leg? Something wasn't right, something was missing in my brain.

I had never figured out why he had prisoners, my guess was that it was for some sort of army. Despite how deep in thought I was I could hear a drops of water hitting the cave floor. Seeming to pull me back to the present. Taking another look around, it didn't seem to be a prison. Since there wasn't any other wolfs there. I tilted my nose up, the sent wasn't anything like Abendrot. Was there any way I could have escaped Hell? I remember the last time I tried to escape, I had been caught and punished by the Artic wolf himself. I lay my ears flat against my skull, feeling very vulnerable laying in the middle of the floor. I scoot up against the cold wall. Why couldn't I remember what had happened and how I managed to get here.. Could something have been that traumatizing? How much of my memory was gone.. and if I had indeed escaped the frozen tundra.. how long had I been out? If I could at least go outside then I might be able to tell what the season was. Not much time could have past since I'd been gone could it?

Then my heart skipped a beat.. he wouldn't be looking for me would he?

My breathing picked up. Even though the idea may be so far stretched it was still possible. With no way to get away I was like a sitting duck awaiting anything. The darkness seemed to be pressing further and further into the room in the cavern. I know I was only feeding my fears more, but I could have sworn I saw things in the dark, shapes of wolfs. Scared to death I couldn't help but squeeze my eyes shut and burry my nose under my paws. I whimpered "Please someone help me." A pitiful plea. I could feel tears building up inside of my eyes, and they threatened to come out even behind shut eyelids. Fear filled my entire body causing me to shake terribly. Awaiting what came next, even if that meant another beating..


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