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...


Play on Love

I could tell see was observing me. It sent a irritation down my stomach. Really? Observing me, that was the least of what she needed to worry about at this point. She finally did speak though.

"I'm Taylor, who are you?"

Well now she actually introduced herself. My thought was all pups of the recent generations lost it with weak parenting, that is manners. A huff escaped my snow maw.

"Hestia. Nothing more nothing less. Unless you want to call me by my other names. "

My russet tipped auds pivoted as she adjusted herself. She was dodging putting full weight on a leg. Trying to hide it from me, narrowing my eyes I crept closer. My pink nares almost touching her pelt. A smirk ran across my face. It was amusing she tried not falling from her obvious wind of dizziness.

"You will fall on it and injure yourself further young one."

Pulling my muzzle back as the scent of the dry blood smelt oddly bitter. A low growl formed, most blood smelt irony and sweet. Why was this foul and bitter? My ice gazers turned to slits, while I inspected her further. Well at least she could answer because as soon as she steadied herself she was acknowledging the dark. With a simple nod of my head I noted her words. My problem laid with the fact that she was nearly good enough to fool me with words. If a boar had hit her then it's pungent scent would be on her and tusk marks would be dug into her.

I just smiled and sat full form. Might as well go along with it and amuse myself to my hearts content. After all I couldn't sink my teeth into her, but I sure as hell could toy with her. Again my lyrics came out soft and even.

"My that must have been an adventure. How about I accompany you to find the others and your parents hmm?"

I pushed up with my back russet legs and lifted up my form. Towering over her in a sense. A huff of amusement escaped my chest.

"You're lucky you aren't a male."

My smile formed with it's wicked message behind it. With my ghostly form my tail swayed back and forth. I made sure to show my ivories.

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