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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A Wolf in Sheep's Skin
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Draven

I'm Your Worst Nightmare Dressed as your Day Dream
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'Why, hello there.' The light of the sun had thusly blinded him, his seaweed pearls failing him, but his audettes more than compensated. They heard first the gentle footfalls- it would have to be a smaller varg in order to move so lightly upon the earth. And then, of course, there was the vocals that sang out to him, sweet, soft lyrics that beckoned him forward into the light. She sounded dainty - the opposite of everything Halina was... But may prove a good appetizer for him. 'A mysterious being we've got here. I'm not one to make assumptions, but do you happen to be the dark beast that dwells here? Or one of them for that matter? I've heard some kind of creature lives in this cavern.' Draven retreated a step into the darkness, his form molding once more into the shadows, the stark contrast between day and night making it difficult if not impossible to see him. "I have lived within this cavern for months, princess. And I have yet to lay eyes upon demon or devil, monster or beast." His baritone vocals came quietly from the cave's mouth, bouncing off of the walls in an echo, making it impossible to tell where he was. But he made no effort to hide the sound of his pacing from just beyond the boundary, the gentle whoosh of his plume as it excited flickered to and fro.

But then he stopped, and though the noise he had been making had not been significant, compared to the complete and utter stillness of his body now it seemed a dull roar. Not a breath moved his lungs, not a shift in position moved his hairs. And then he began to emerge from the darkness, only his snout and maw showing, his lips raised exposing his sharpened daggers, which gleamed so starkly against the dark greys of his pelt. "But, then again, there are no shimmering lakes nor pools of gold nor molten glass mirror panes in which I can look upon myself." A sudden growl rumbled from his throat as he leap forward, nearly reaching her. Claws stained with dried blood from his last meal dug into the earth, stopping his motion just short of her and he glimpsed into her eyes for but a moment before he leapt away again and began to circle around her at a trot. All of his muscles rippled just beneath his short, summer coat, tense, anticipated his motions for whenever she chose to run from him. Never did his eyes leave her form, studying her, watching her, anticipating her motions. He could have flattered her, gained her trust, and then ripped that trust apart even as he ripped apart her body... But he wanted to toy with this one. He wanted to watch fear develop, smell the reek of it upon her flesh, taste its stain her meat.

Draven kept a steady pace, starting to form a circular trail around the ess, equidistant at all times from her. "If one such as yourself was to find a beast, why would you near it? What would force you to address the beast as such, to drive you to do something so stupid as to be alone with it? Is it the need to feel a thrill? If so, little deer, you should flee and feel that thrill until your last breath as I chase you down, for the need to feel that thrill will be the death of you. Is it a desire to end your own life? If so, miserable soul, I shall comply your wishes. Is it a need to pay a pain upon another? If so, you had best talk quickly and make your desire more intriguing than my hunger and desire for your flesh." His plume flickered quickly and spun him to face her, his body in a crouch and weight on his haunches, ready to pounce. "Or do you have a darkness within you and seek to serve that very darkness? Seek to serve me? I am no lord nor king nor general, and thus have no rules to follow - I am not a master who is easy to pleasure. Speak now, lass, quickly and plainly, or say nothing at all and you shall find soon that you will be physically... Unable... To... Say... A... Word." His tongue slipped out to wetten his lips. "For what good is breath if I have ripped out tongue and throat and vocal cords?"

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Ω Draven Ω Untamed Demon Ω Escaped Convict Ω Azura Ω







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