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...


M A Y B E you're better off this W A Y

Death loves all of her children,
Seeking to hold each and every one by her bosom and keep safe her treasures.

The monster sat, simply staring with those eerie orbs as the male reacted to what she had said. Where he saw a threat, she had only meant to say he was different. If so easily put on the defensive, perhaps he was not what she was searching for. One thing her ears snagged on was his possessive pronoun use. His cavern? She spent a life time in the crypts of Blossom Forest, having to battle her family tooth and claw for her own existence to continue. They had backed her into a corner, and she had fought and slain each one as they came at her. Their bones still littered the caves and tunnels, her pupils dilated until the blue, green and white of her iris was a narrow band of color. ❝You are not most, as I said.❞ Her hackles threatened to raise as she recalled his other words.

She was not possessive over her prison, extreme agoraphobia had simply taken her over as she had been met with so much aggression and force when she had tried to escape. Now it was a fear of the unknown and wide open space that scared her, if that is what you could call fear. ❝I did not come in. I come from below. ❞ She did not speak anymore, content to watch him eat then throw away what was left of the wolf. It was not hard to perpetuate evil in a place so readily trashed by wolves like this male, Kedorah appreciated the decorations and the scraps that had so often been left behind. She had been a scavenger a long time, out of necessity. How else was she to get meals if she could not rise from the bowels of the earth?

The male seemed to like the sound of his own voice, and as he turned to leave, Kedorah smiled. He was clever, but she would not be making a move like that with him. He would be much too smart for such a thing, or plain stupid. Instead, she chooses simply to follow along, keeping out of striking range. Her paws cannot be heard against the dirt and stone of the cavern floor, a trick needed to hunt bats who had such sensitive hearing. It was how she made a living, staying so silent that even the bats did not stir. Her trim athletic bodice moved gracefully, as if she floated rather than walked. Ash and coal blended perfectly with the shadows of the caves. Would he mind her tagging along? He had invited her, even if he hadn't meant it.

Femme Fatale. Adult. No Paramour. No Progeny. No kingdom.
Dark grey with black points and white tail. Blue eyes with green and white in them.
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