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...



I've Never Had The Words To Say

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But I Can Quote Them All

The Puppeteer was absent-mindedly walking again. She happened to do that a lot when she thought. Everything he had done, everything he had said. Her hackles rose as she felt the anger boil in her again. Her sadness was long gone and now filled with the want for revenge. Morrissey had used her for his own game, for sex and pleasure. He had abused ber, mentally, physically and verbally. For a while she couldn't even look at herself without thinking about his harsh words. His spoken violence. No more.

She came here to start a new. She didn't trust however. No, trust was hard to give anymore. She was hurt too much. White paws hit the cold floor as she entered a cave. Scents filled her nares as her golden eyes with red rims scanned the area. There was a shadow that seemed odd. She stared at it, her hackles staying up and her body alert. "Hello?" She questioned in a low voice.

"So Morrissey please sing me to sleep . . ."

{ :: Motionless :: Adult :: Monsteress :: Mate :: Heirs ::Homeworld }
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I'm Not Your Puppet


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