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...


Darkness Imprisoning Me

All That I See, Absolute Horror


The multi-hued female spoke brutally and honestly about the pack that she was a part of, and now the pack that Mabbit was a part of. She knew that the vargs that resided within were ruthless and often brutal, but that was not a secret. Most lupines in Blossom knew the unique reputation that Abendrot had, and she was not sure if she was proud of that reputation or ashamed. Sometimes she liked the reputation, knowing that some wolves would run from her when they caught the scent of Kershov and Scarlet Nights on her pelt. But then there was a part of her that questioned the way things were done. She had been forced to flee her home because of torture and murder and abuse, and then she had come to a pack that did the same thing. She told herself that they were not as bad as the pack she was born into, and that was indeed true. But sometimes she wondered if there were better ways to go about doing things. After Azula addressed Mabbit he didnít speak, but just dismissed her words with a shrug of his shoulders. She took no offence to the silence, never caring much about what others thought of her or how the acted around her.

The subject changed after a few moments, and his listeners perked up as his ruby orbs met her light green ones as he gaped at her for a moment before speaking. She patiently looked on, waiting for him to be ready to talk and not pressuring him. "It was glorious . . . Everyone knew everyone . . . I suppose that was the issue. Secrets got out. War began. My brothers, father and I were sent as soldiers but . . ." His vocals cracked for a moment as he changed his gaze from meeting her to looking at his paws. Clearly this was hard for him to talk about, but the demoness had learned that nothing in life was easy, and the only thing that made life easier was accepting that. Her orbs continued to look on, watching him as he continued to speak. "They died that night. All of them. I was sent to scout and when I came back the ground was stained with blood. I went to return home but the grounds there were also covered in blood. They ambushed both, the troops and our home. The children weren't even spared. . ."

Neither spoke for a moment, and the female wondered what it was that he would want of her. Most would want sympathy and empathy at his words, to be told everything would be alright and to be embraced and held to make the pain go away. That was not how Azula operated, not even with her own kin. She was sorry that he had a hard past, but most did. The world was a cruel and evil place that relished in the torture of its own. Finally she spoke, her vocals sounding no different than before. ĒIím sorry that that happened to you and your family and pack. Iíve learned that the world is not an easy place to live in, and once you can accept that and understand that, it helps make things a little better. Most have a blood stained past, but itís up to you if you let it stain your present and future.Ē

Picture credit to Kyleigh <3


**Azula**Dragoness**Untied**Mother of Corde and Felan**Epsilon Assassin of Abendrot** Adult **Violet**


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