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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Crimson auds pivoted forward and my icy gazers opened in drowsiness. Slowly I

lifted my tainted cranium with a grin of pleasure cracking across my face. A lovely

sound broke through the air and echoed in the cave. Pain. Someone had whined in

pain. Taking my own sweet time getting up I slowly padded to the cave entrance.

What I saw somewhat shocked me. An unconscious brute of a sandy hue was

laying on the ground caked in watered earth.

Slowly my orbs looked up to see scratch marks and imprints in the earth from when

he had fallen down the slope. Idiot. One word described it all, he was an idiot. With

my head bent low to the ground I silently stalked forward towards the passed out

body. Big huffs of air exited my rosy nares as I took in his scent, nearly pressing my

nose to his body. When his chest rose and fell I gave a dis pointed sigh. He was still


Lifting my head I looked down at him in a glare and then again looked at the slope

he fell down. Looking back down at him I gave an irritated grunt. Might as well end

his life since he will be in pain when he awakens and I don't feel like healing anyone

today. So as I went to close my ivory daggers around his throat, a thought occurred

to me. Quickly I lifted my head from his neck and looked at the slope, my ears

standing straight. If he survived that, a grin came upon my facade, if he survived

that he could become useful.

A satisfied purr vibrated from my chest. With little hesitation I grabbed him by the

scruff firmly, but not enough to puncture his flesh and dragged him into the cavern

with little effort. When I dragged him far enough I dropped his head with no

gentleness about it. Quickly exiting the cave to go to the roots of the trees. Sniffing

around for burdock. When a heavily scented area was assaulting my nares I began

digging furiously. Until I got to the damn thing. Gently picking it from the ground and

briskly walking back. Only to set it down next to sleeping beauty.

Going back outside to gather mosses and bring it into the cave and exiting once

more. Getting more moss and finding a little stream to soak water into it. Bringing it

back to the sandy brute, squeezing it above his head and dropping it directly on his

face. A low growl forming in my chest and my cold voice seeping out of my maw.

Wake up imbecile.

I started chewing on the moss I had collected, making a face of disgust as it turned

into a soft green mush. Spitting it out on the ground and dipping my pinked nose

into it. My snout wrinkling showing displeasure. Walking over to the male slowly and

pressing the mossy-saliva mixture to his head. Pushing the root closer to his mouth,

then walking a short distance from him. Sitting my form on the damp ground

wrapping my crimson ringed tail around my crimson and snow paws. Staring at him

silently with my cold gaze.

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Hestia::Adult::Vixen::Chained by None::Consumed by None:: Warrior of Abendrot::Destinee

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