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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Wolf in Sheep's Skin
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Draven

I'm Your Worst Nightmare Dressed as your Day Dream
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Words dripped from her maw, speaking how she had come from the bowels of the cavern... Of his cavern. Whatever her history was with the cavern, he had since claimed it. His stench covered most of the corridors, his prints laid upon the paths. It was to him, essentially, a large den that he had come to call his own, instead of seeking sanctuary in one of the flimsy packs. If they could even be called such. Only one or two had a significant about of members, the rest were essentially insignificant and would be easy to crush should any foreign packs have a mind to do so. Where Draven hailed from, members numbered in the tens of members, not the singles.

Her scoffs, her thoughts aloud - all of them and more were ignored as he turned his back on her and retreated into his den. And, from the sound of it, she was following him. He picked random trails until one of the seemingly dead ends was met and he settled onto the ground, pulling what remained of the wolf corpse from behind a nearby boulder. Unceremoniously, he began to strip the pelt from the connective tissues below, his sharp claws tore through the connections while incisors pulled taut the skin. But all the while, his shining orbs stared at her, mind imagining what it would be like to flail her skin from her body. How warm her blood would be on his skin, in his mouth. But for now, at least his hunger was saited from his most recent meal. "I dry the extra meat, you see. I pull it up to the surface and lay it out to dry until the bright sun's light. It is a different taste, but it is not so often that a large meal wanders down into my humble abode for dinner. And the skins? They line my bed. It is quite the life..."

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Ω Draven Ω Untamed Demon Ω Escaped Convict Ω Azura Ω




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