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...


Bitter Oblivion

Elise smiled and raised an eyebrow at each of his words, tail curling around her thigh. "So you are lost? Well, I suppose I am always lost. I never truly have any where to go, and I do not belong any where either." Elise sighed, ears flattening yet her blank gaze and face stayed emotionless. Almost instantly her smile returned. "I suppose we could travel to the river later, if you still want to go that is." She suggested.

Sensitive ears twisted to the aound of a water droplet, returning to the sound of his gentle voice. "Fetching? What do I look like?" She asked, tilting her head with a gentle smile as she truly wondered about her appearance. Then she wondered about him. Such a male must appear as charming as he sounded. "What do you look like, Vistune? I truly wish I could see such a gentleman as yourself." She chuckled, tilting her head to the other side.

Was she falling for him? It couldn't be... shaking the thought from her head, she waited for him to respond.

"Follow me."


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