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 can't resist the urge to love me.

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How do I stay so healthy and boyishly handsome? It's simple. I drink the blood of young runaways;; William Shatner


To see the fresh and vibrant look of hope and optimism shrivel and fade from her emerald portals, as the teen realised that her hero- her newest shred of hope, was no more than another villain in this ever twisting plot, caused Harries to chuckle with a twisted sort of delight; the rich, rumbling noise exploded from his maw and echoed around the cavern like a haunting nightmare that she would not soon forget. Though laughing was usually seen as something joyous and happy, this chortle was filled with depravity and terror, the sort of laugh that would make you feel empty and cold; lost and alone in a world of darkness. The maned monarch watched on in silence now as the last drags of laughter trickled from his charcoal stained lips, his fathomless chocolate puddles the only sign of interest, perched on his rock like a god that was always just out of reach. He gazed down upon the two as the russet teen pleaded with the goodness that, Harries knew, lurked deep inside the badger coloured boy until he had raised his paw to her naivety and knocked the words right out of her mouth. He was learning fast. The thud that sounded as her frame hit the ground reverberated in the male’s large domes, his eyes moving to focus on the lass as she lay battered on the cavern floor, though little concern filled the male’s chest.


He grazed her quivering form like a meal he desired to sink his teeth into, finding subtle interest in her sudden realisation that the two males were working together. Another monstrous grin dragged his lips above his daggers, much like the ghastly face of a shark preparing to take a chunk out of whatever obstacle lay in its path. Her chest fluttered pathetically like a butterfly caught in a strong breeze, forcing whimpers to fall from her jowls in a gesture that would bring no sympathy from her captors. Even the way she shied away from the penetrating looks of the monarch did nothing more than encourage Harries to let loose a rebellious chuckle, she had well and truly been broken. Fluid movements shook the master’s head, the waves rolling down his muscled frame, as he pushed against the rock, lifting his body until his towering form was elegantly placed on all fours, making him look taller and more terrifying upon the boulder he had chosen as his throne.


One single question had left her maw then and Harries almost immediately unsheathed his claws, pushing of the rock with little effort to force him through the cold, musky air. His body landed gracefully, legs bending to absorb the shock of impact before he straightened up, looming over both of the teenagers in front of him. Fathomless chocolate portals searched the girl’s face, a look of malevolence never leaving his features. The news was not what she had been expecting, the look of horror that engulfed her face enough to ensure the pauper of this fact. He could already envisage the bundles of mixed genetics she would produce and the glares of disgust as she wandered through the land. Her life would never be the same, tainted and broken and always always tied to Harries in a bond that would bring shame upon her name. Soon the tall stilted charmer moved towards the mouth of the cavern, light shining upon his now dusty auburn coat. His rich chocolates shimmered in the light, before turning black as he twisted to face the pair, gaze falling once again on Zorion who had begun to nip and bite the vixen as he added his own dramatic words to the mix.


”Zorion!” His once seductive baritones were now stern and gruff as he called the youngster to his side, giving the lass time to recuperate before the journey. Emotionless eyes never left the teen as he sidled up beside him, barely reaching shoulder height. ”This is your first mission, Zorion and I expect it to go smoothly. DO NOT fail me. You know how I don’t like failures and you know the consequences. Impress me with this task and I will have a little gift in store for you; a gift of the female kind.” Harries had noticed the pent up energy in the lad and was fully aware that Zorion was eager to quell his own demoness. ”Well my sweet.” His attention turned to Apollonia. ”Have a nice journey home and I will see you very soon. You have served me well and who knows, once our offspring are no longer at your breast, I may require to spend some more quality time with you.” A tormenting chortle fell from his jaws as he leaned towards the vixen and caressed her neck with his tongue. ”NOW GO!” Harries watched silently as the pair scarped towards their destination and the place his first litter would be born.

.: Male .:. Free spirit .:. Spreading the seed .:. No rules contain me .:. xhollowremains .:. OOC:Sorry it took so long. Now we can get things going back at Cold Summers :3:.

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