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...


A Wolf in Sheep's Skin [ Calypso ]


I'm Your Worst Nightmare Dressed as your Day Dream
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It had been a long while since his maw had tasted any of his favorite delicacies - a ladies womanhood, blood... Or the two combined. It had been a long while since his teeth had torn flesh from another of his kind, staining his pelt canvas with their red paint and lavishing in the picturesque grotesque photo that formed upon him. He became a moving living piece of art that was ugly and beautiful all at the same time. It had been a long while since his audettes had heard the beautiful harmony of his victims screams and cries, intermingled into a simple tune. It had been a long time since his loins had felt the sweet joy of release as he loomed over the twisted and abused body of a femme, be she alive or dead, willing or not. He was a monster, and reveled in that knowledge.

But he did not look like a monster. No. For though he wore a patchwork of scars upon his skin beneath his coat, most of them were not visible, aside from the half of his ear that was missing. He was handsome, even, in a rugged sort of way, and that helped him diffuse his victims. Most of the time he did not need or want them to be tame, but it allowed him to get close enough to lunge out and grab them. And his eyes – the softest of seafoam green gave him an almost kind gaze. Almost… until you got near enough to see the devil inside of them. For that was exactly what he was. He had been born evil and encouraged to remain such when he had become the gangleader of pups in his birth pack. But maybe he would have grown up and out of all of that if he had not then been beaten for his crimes by his favorite chew toy – Halina. She was the very one that he wanted most to fill his mouth with her blood and flesh and tears. It was her screams that he desired more than anything to be the background music day to day. It was the scent of her rotting corpse that he wanted to perfume the den he had made for himself here in the Cavern of Secrets.

It was here that he had been dwelling, it was here that he had been thriving… but it was only so long that a vampire could survive on eating anything other than varg. Sure, Draven was living well, his bed made out of the carcasses of his prey… but he wanted more. He wanted to feel the quickened thrill of a fading heartbeat as the body bled out. He wanted to watch the light leave from his kind’s eyes, and feel the wondrous power of taking something that had not belonged to him… but soon would. In order to do that, he would need to enter the sunlight. He had been lurking in the shadows for so long, he found it hard to near the entrance, knowing that the sun would burn out his eyes and scald his flesh. Perhaps not literally, but it would shine light on the only thing that truly mattered to him – that he had failed to kill Halina. He would succeed one day, of that he was sure, for that was the one idea that pushed him to strive and live and thrive. But until that day… he would find substitutes to endure the torture that he would one day inflict upon her. Until that day…

Draven leaned into the wall and inhaled sharply, enjoying the prickers of pain that the points of the rock dug into his flesh and closed his lids, inching his body forward until the first ray of light landed on the tip of his nose, and the warmth nearly made him withdraw, but he didn’t. It was time – it was finally time for him to emerge. The devil had returned.

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Ω Draven Ω Untamed Demon Ω Escaped Convict Ω Azura Ω


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