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...



'Cause I'm the big bad wolf

It was always the darkness that bade her welcome when the sun broke across the sky. Her broken mind simply cannot wrap around the concept of time, space, nor can she truly understand lasting bonds or relationships with others of her kind. Her inky, dainty paws caress the hard surface of rocks as she pads through the cave, dark padding barely making a whisper against the stones. She is silent as the grave, no hint of her arrival within the catacombs of this place she has come to, save the smell of blood that still clings to her obsidian, snow flecked pelt. Star-studded tiara tilts to land her eyes upon the ground, jade flecked with black glares at the rat who dares to stand up to her. With a growl, she snaps out practiced, coal jaws and captures the rat before it could squeak. Shaking the vile rodent, Jaidah simply discards it once the shrieking stops, feeling the heart fade against her lips.

Stepping over the rat, the dark empress moves like satin against the skin toward the place she had claimed as home. The cavern was wide, dark, with many puddles and holes in the wall. She was a trapdoor spider waiting for bugs to walk by, and she intended to get every single one of them. Piceous auditory instruments perk up as the sound of paws greets the eager drums of her inner ear, the queen given to wave her stygian flag as if she were the friendly sort. She had seen others do so, and so she does as well, though her wagging is for the prospect of food. Perhaps, this creature would be one of the rare few who will intrigue the midnight beauty, as the other had. Jaidah is impartial to the idea of friends or romances, her mind unable to wrap around such complex social behaviors. Those haunting jades glare out as she waits, a spider in her hole waiting the hapless victim to stumble upon her door.



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