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...

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He took in the lovely darkness. His home was no more his home. He needed a new adventure - something out of this world. He was no ordinary wolf in his eyes. No. He was skelton Jack Skellington. The Pumpkin King. The bringer of Halloween. The trickster of tricksters. He had lost his old body. Dr.Finklestein gave him this body, resembling some of his own skeleton like features. Sunk in eyes, surrounded by black. His mouth laced with stitched markings. His nose came to points in certain areas. Finklestein knew what he was doing. He gave him this body to travel this world as a normal wolf. But Jack was anything but.

He lay there in his new found favorite damp ledge in the dark cavern. He loved the darkness and the dampness. The smell the water gave off in the air. His silver eyes caught sight of a lass in the caverns opening, he cocked his head, she seemed at war with herself. I've always wanted one great adventure... this is my chance. She spoke to herself. Jack gave a devilish grin as he silently crept down from the ledge and padded towards her, shrouded in darkness so he was nearly unseen. "My dear, I know how you feel. Oh, somewhere deep inside these bones . . . An emptiness began to grow." His voice called out, stitched mouth curling into a smile.




”All hail to the Pumpkin King.”

{ Jack Skellington :: Adult :: King :: Ties :: Young :: Homeworld }
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