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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Romulus was awake now. Completely. Sure you'd be much use being so tipsy with sleep, dear Kalak? He grinned eagerly, then pointedly looked down the length of her. She wasn't beautiful. Not in his terms, at least. Unique, but not to his tastes. But what the fuck did it matter, anymore? He knew there was no such thing as true love, and the world belonged to those who made it their playground. Romulus was the kind of varg who sought out pleasures. What was so bad with that? Now the woman was running her body against his, and, with a flash, she sunk her fangs into his shoulder. Romulus winced, albeit a bit surprised, but not 'frightened.' Nothing but Eriel's safety frightened him. He huffed and watched with half-lidded eyes as she kissed his open wound, caressing it. The females laughter echoed through the cavern walls as she lowered herself into a sitting position right in front of him. Not bad. He resisted the urge to reply with a sarcastic comment. The bastard prince could feel the blood starting to roll off him... he could hear it plopping to the ground, and with each collision, his stomach sunk further. It was a strange but enjoyable feeling that alerted him to the tuggings of testosterone pulling through him. She shouldn't have sat down. Romulus flew forward, a mad man, grasping her scruff as he felt her weight go down. He didn't want her cracking her head open on the cavern floor just as they got started now, did he? Possessively the brute put one of his paws on her ribs, pushing down just enough to drag his talons into her. If she was into biting him, then she was going to get the same treatment. The bachelor parted his lips and let go of her with his mug, audibly drinking in her scent. Abendrot. He was reminded then. But who gave a fuck. He didn't. Romulus grabbed a section of her cloak, closer to the dip between her jaw and her neck, and wetted it, his teeth barely grazing her flesh as he did so. Claws extended, sinking ever more into the flesh of her breast, and he lowered his own body closer to hers. So that she may feel him. Every bit of him. Muscles taut and ready, the complete athletes body that came along with being a freaking giant freak of nature as kalaks were. His tongue traveled dangerously close to her mug, and then he traced it back down to her throat. He stayed there, playing a bit with the thought of killing her before he bit down just slightly... enough to draw little dribbles of blood.

Romulus knew his shit. He also knew his own body, and how to draw upon its strengths and cover up his weaknesses. As soon as he made sure that she could feel his desire pressed up against her lower abdomen, he rolled his hips smoothly. If she responded at all, he would snarl venomously, grab her nape once more and use his own power to flip her over. Once she was there, Romulus would drag his teeth down her spine, his talons on one paw pressing into her shoulder blade while he steadied himself with the other. He was going to take her like this. With her stomach pressed up against the ground, him in complete control. He doubted she would be the kind to like that... but at the moment, all he could see was lust. If she allowed him to, he would press up against her, reposition himself and do as all females and males do. It wouldn't be comfortable because he didn't want it to be for her. She had insulted his ability to play, and therefore, he would show her just how 'awake' he really was. he gripped a bit below her nape-- which would also hurt. Getting a hold on the loose flesh of the nape was one thing... but getting to the vertibrae was another. It wouldn't kill her, or paralyze, if she was worried about that. But if she liked pain being inflicted upon her... then he was fine with that gripping.

If she did not allow him, their game would continue... but if she did, he would stay for as long as he dare. Grunts, moans, shortness of breath. When he was finished, he would exit her, let her go, and leave. He wasn't interested anymore. She had lost her purpose to him. A plaything was only a plaything.



Romulus was awake now. Completely. Sure you'd be much use being so tipsy with sleep, dear Kalak? He grinned eagerly, then pointedly looked down the length of her. She wasn't beautiful. Not in his terms, at least. Unique, but not to his tastes. But what the fuck did it matter, anymore? He knew there was no such thing as true love, and the world belonged to those who made it their playground. Romulus was the kind of varg who sought out pleasures. What was so bad with that? Now the woman was running her body against his, and, with a flash, she sunk her fangs into his shoulder. Romulus winced, albeit a bit surprised, but not 'frightened.' Nothing but Eriel's safety frightened him. He huffed and watched with half-lidded eyes as she kissed his open wound, caressing it. The females laughter echoed through the cavern walls as she lowered herself into a sitting position right in front of him. Not bad. He resisted the urge to reply with a sarcastic comment. The bastard prince could feel the blood starting to roll off him... he could hear it plopping to the ground, and with each collision, his stomach sunk further. It was a strange but enjoyable feeling that alerted him to the tuggings of testosterone pulling through him. She shouldn't have sat down. Romulus flew forward, a mad man, grasping her scruff as he felt her weight go down. He didn't want her cracking her head open on the cavern floor just as they got started now, did he? Possessively the brute put one of his paws on her ribs, pushing down just enough to drag his talons into her. If she was into biting him, then she was going to get the same treatment. The bachelor parted his lips and let go of her with his mug, audibly drinking in her scent. Abendrot. He was reminded then. But who gave a fuck. He didn't. Romulus grabbed a section of her cloak, closer to the dip between her jaw and her neck, and wetted it, his teeth barely grazing her flesh as he did so. Claws extended, sinking ever more into the flesh of her breast, and he lowered his own body closer to hers. So that she may feel him. Every bit of him. Muscles taut and ready, the complete athletes body that came along with being a freaking giant freak of nature as kalaks were. His tongue traveled dangerously close to her mug, and then he traced it back down to her throat. He stayed there, playing a bit with the thought of killing her before he bit down just slightly... enough to draw little dribbles of blood.

Romulus knew his shit. He also knew his own body, and how to draw upon its strengths and cover up his weaknesses. As soon as he made sure that she could feel his desire pressed up against her lower abdomen, he rolled his hips smoothly. If she responded at all, he would snarl venomously, grab her nape once more and use his own power to flip her over. Once she was there, Romulus would drag his teeth down her spine, his talons on one paw pressing into her shoulder blade while he steadied himself with the other. He was going to take her like this. With her stomach pressed up against the ground, him in complete control. He doubted she would be the kind to like that... but at the moment, all he could see was lust. If she allowed him to, he would press up against her, reposition himself and do as all females and males do. It wouldn't be comfortable because he didn't want it to be for her. She had insulted his ability to play, and therefore, he would show her just how 'awake' he really was. he gripped a bit below her nape-- which would also hurt. Getting a hold on the loose flesh of the nape was one thing... but getting to the vertibrae was another. It wouldn't kill her, or paralyze, if she was worried about that. But if she liked pain being inflicted upon her... then he was fine with that gripping.

If she did not allow him, their game would continue... but if she did, he would stay for as long as he dare. Grunts, moans, shortness of breath. When he was finished, he would exit her, let her go, and leave. He wasn't interested anymore. She had lost her purpose to him. A plaything was only a plaything.

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



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