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...


the key to my heart is no key at all;;

It was not long before he answered, though it was not a thing that Amalthea was expecting to hear. Her inquiry had been answered with his own question. But this was after he terrified her even more, having seated himself right beside her. The doe’s lilac watchers followed his every move, expecting something, anything, to happen. Knowing her relationship with bad luck, she did not doubt that perhaps she would be killed here. Plummage swept close to her stilt and Thea flinched, painfully pulling her legs in towards her and looking over at him. Why do you live in a pack? Her listeners twitched, displaying her surprise before she pulled it back in, becoming even more armored than before. Was he insane? Do you detest other wolves or is it just me? Lavender met bluebonnet, searching his gaze before she sucked in a breath. But she couldn’t answer right off the top of her head. Especially since he had questioned so much from her. Wording was something that was not a strong point of hers. Why did she live in a pack? Was there even an answer to give there? Her memory replayed for her, displaying the moment that she followed Summer and took shelter in his lands. Shelter from what, she knew but would not share with a stranger… she didn’t even want to share it with herself. So what was her answer for the first? This one owe’s the King her life. Her leg moved and she bit down, her jowls flexing. It hurt. Too much. His second question had confused her. Detest… that meant hate, did it not? Thea did not hate this male, though she was terrified of him and his namelessness and his action of stalking her and catching her like one would a hare. This one does not know you. That was the only answer she was going to give him. The ivory ess pressed her lips together, continuing to keep a steel gaze on the brujo. Even if she screamed, no one would hear her, would they… and Summer did not even know that she was gone. Besides, it was not as if she expected him to know her daily routine or the times that she came back. However, with night settled in, Amalthea was starting to become more pressured by shadows and sounds. Her attention fell away from the hellion, moving to the side, her auds swiveling this way and that, showing that she was indeed paranoid of being out in the dark. And the only comfort she had was also the same thing that terrified her. If anything popped out of those bushes, she would be a sittiing duck. Shaking, she attempted to stand, sucking in a sharp breath when she put pressure on her dislocated leg. It hurt like hell. It wasn’t even that it was a great pain—it was a 7 on her 10 scale, but the killer part was that it continued to hurt every time she moved. When she was done surveying her surroundings, she turned back to the warrior and looked him up and down, wary.

lady amalthea
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