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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Draven

I'm Your Worst Nightmare Dressed as your Day Dream
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The fae turned to face him, hackles raised, but then she settled, and had the nerve to tell him to off. Perfect. Draven licked his lips, his glands starting to hypersalivate as he stared at the... delectable meal in front of him who dared to stand against him. It only further drove her hunger. 'Mind your tongue. Killing me would leave all of Abendrot looking for you. Halina would make sure of it.' Draven paused midstride and felt his blood began to boil. So... This femme had a connection to Halina, did she? Finally... This would be his chance to get back at the eboness that he so dearly wished death upon. His orbs sparkled as he looked her over - she was not even the same breed of wolf as Halina, so clearly the fae was not a biological daughter. That left only friend, adopted daughter, or lover. The latter of the choices nearly made the titan gag and upchuck the last meal that he had had, but he refrained from doing so. The deplorable sin that Halina held was her sexuality - her interest in wolves of the same gender. It was unnatural, unthinkable, and yet the fae so boldly and proud strut around wearing her identity upon her flesh. It was utterly disgusting, this taint upon her.

Skirting around that possibility, he thought that the other two options were more likely to be possible - this varg was young, much younger than Halina, even though it was indeed an adult before him. Friend or adopted daughter it was.

Draven was statuesque, flickering his mottled tail too and fro, planning a plot within his head. This fae before him - be she friend or kin to Halina - would get her access to his arch nemesis. And he could not fail again. He could kill this ess here and now - it would be easy, really. She was too young to have much training or real experience with life... And he was faster... Stronger... And more determined. He could kill her... But how then would news spread of the femme's death? Yes, it would pain Halina, but it would not pain her enough. In order to kill her he needed to draw her out, out and away from Abendrot. She was safe and sound within the boundaries of Abendrot now, with an army to back her no doubt. He needed her to come out... So without anyone to spread news that Draven had killed this little bird... That plan would not work.

'What do you want with me? And who are you?' A full grin slowly unfurled its way across his lips until his teeth were widely uncovered, his smile wide. Ah... So the story of Draven and Halina had not spread far, even within her close circle. That meant that this bird would not know about him... Would have no reason to fear him. He could use her - manipulate her, seduce her, trick her until she got him just close enough to assassinate the warrioress. He was handsome afterall - he wore muscle and a thick pelt upon his form, and had more than enough scars to show his experience. As a new plan formed within his mind, he stepped closer to her, lowering his lids to half mast, his vocals deep and smooth tumbling from his maw.

"Why, my dear, I wish for nothing more than your company. I have no pack, you see, no family, no friends, and I have been living within this cavern - my den, really - all alone. I cannot remember the last time that I spoke with another, so excuse my rude manners."

Never once taking his gaze off of her, he tilted his weight back onto his haunches and extended a single front limb, smoothly dipping into a bow. "I am Draven, if it pleases you." He rose slowly. "And your own name? May I have that?"

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Ω Draven Ω Untamed Demon Ω Escaped Convict Ω Azura Ω







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