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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My, my, you never know what you may find in these caverns. Romulus opened one eye, the one that was closest to the sound of hell that woke him from his semi-concious slumber. In vain he had tried to sleep, and it would appear that it would continue to be in vain. The voice belonged to a female, a strange one at that (though who was he to call others strange when he himself was part of a family who practically gave the definition to the word). Sleepily the dragon sat up, stretching out his limber stilts, and allowing a yawn to open his jaws to their fullest extent. When they closed and he was able to focus with amber portals on the woman, he just stared for a moment. Still he said nothing-- then he sat up, rolled his shoulders back and tilted his head to the side, closing his eyes in extreme pleasure and letting out a groan of ecstasy when his neck gave way to a few pops. Now he refocused on her, still a little bleary-eyed, but not looking his worst. Rom never looked his worst. The perks of being part royal, he supposed. Even when he was all roughed up, he still looked as attractive as ever. And it is only those who seek out trouble who come in. Without warning the brujo launched himself in her direction, all the stealth of a cat in the way he prowled towards her, moving around her physique and brushing up against her as soon as he could. Especially those who wake the one who like to play. Romulus was in a sort of state of mind where being half awake was actually a good thing because later on hewouldn't remember any of the shit that went down, if anything did.

His voice had pressed up against the back of her aud, carressing the soft baby fur that decorated the connection between her eaves and her skull... He tilted his head to the side and let out one small husky chuckle, his autumn colored fur taking on the color of spilled blood in the darkness. Of course, Romulus was not a raper (unlike some of the other vargs in Blossom Forest he detested the thought of forced fun), and would wait for her ready-to-go flag before launching himself into the gladiator's arena. How about it, then? Let's have a little fun~ Though the offer was to play... the activities would be everything but the innocence tuned to the word itself. He asked no questions, probed for no explanations, no identity, no links. Not even what pack she was in was important to the lusty whore. He just wanted it. Surely she could tell, by the way he moved back around her, daring to touch her in dangerous locations if she didn't move away from him. He wasn't going to fight for ownership over her. Frankly he was interested enough to... but maybe a little push would get Eriel off his mind... and that would be worth the trouble of perhaps getting bitten...


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romulus | lusty adolescent | twin to Remus | bastard | kiki



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