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...


you have your mother's name

Her head spins. The next moments seem like a mere blur, perhaps because of the impact and hit to the head. Her heart races. Her chest pounds and tightens. The lights behind her mismatched ever flicker on and off, as she tries to regain some form of balance, but as soon as she tries to move away, she realizes her body is no longer in her control, but his. Her beautiful, feminine frame struggles for some sort of movement away from him. All her amber and blue eyes see is a dark shadow looming over her. In this monent, though it may not seem as such from a watcher's point of view, Theodosia felt as if he were the size of a bear. She is trapped beneath him, and for the moment being, she is helpless.

She feels his skin and breath pushed up agaisnt her skin, and she is left with a feeling of disgust. She wiggles in protest, trying to perhaps somehow move away from him. As he moves and trails down toward her thigh, she tries once more to wiggle away from him before she is met with a sharp pain agaisnt her skin. It takes her a moment to realize that he has left his mark on her, as the adrenaline running through her body cancels out any pain that would have affected her. His words and and voice send a chill crawling through her spine and up her neck, raising every strand of her pelt in a cat-like reflex. "I am now your master, doll. I own you, and you are therefor my property" he says. It takes her a moment to process what he has just said. A prisoner is what she has become. She is not scared, surprisingly. She is surprised, worried about how she is going to get out of this one perhaps, but not scared. At least not yet. "Your life is forfeit and each day that you live will only be by my goodwill… not that you will necessarily be happy to live very long. You very well wish for death, but such a thing will not be granted until I am done with you." he continues. Theodosia's eyes widenand her eyes glisten in the dimly lit cave. He would go as far asto kill her? She couldn't believe her ears. It all seemed like a bad dream, one in which she would open her eyes from at any moment and realize she had merely fallen asleep in the new cave.

She screams. A loud, disgusting pop echoes within the caves and a sharp pain from her hip travels in a wave within her body. That was all Theodosia needed to be assured that this was not some bad dream. This was her new reality. Her silky, white pelt has now stained from a mix of her blood and the dirty, cold floor. What a mess. A dislocation. Without help, she had no way of getting out of here. Her instinct tells her to scream out for help, but her voice fails her and she is unable to call for help. All that she is capable of releasing are a series of whimpers from pain. Her vision begins to clear from her concussion, but the headache is loud and clear. If she were to see any light right now, it would surely hurt her head further. Again, she attempts to speak, but again, only whimpers of pain are released. She is too weak.

Theodosia feels herself moving, though not voluntarily. She is beign dragged, further into the cave, towards areas where it turns and divides and tunnels within the darkness. At first she whimpers and struggles, but she is unable to succesfully crawl away from him. The more she struggled, the more he felt his jaws tighten and dig into her skin and flesh. Eventually, she only struggles enough to avoid having her head hit agaisnt the ground again. Her head hurts, so much that she is unable to tell where she is. Her smell has been dragged across the ground repeatedly enough to have that sense fail her. Ocassionally, she whimpers. The beautiful teen is now a mud and blood mess that would be disgusting to anyone's eyes. At last, he stops. The sound of his voice once more startles her. "Welcome to your new home, doll. I certainly hope you won’t like it.” She turns to look towards her kidnapper, but all she feels is her body begin to tumble down towards darkness.

Perhaps the tumble was not that long, but the pain it causes her body makes it feel like she was falling for an eternity. Her gut is hit and knocks the air out of her body. An air-hungry yelp echoes from her. Next, her head. Once again, hit. It was not a hard hit, but because of the pre-existing concussion, it felt worse than the first. Her front paw bends and sprains. Near the end, she feels the worst pain which causes a loud whimper-bark noise which she had never heard come from herself. Another pop. Her dislocation had gone back to the original place. Finally, her body comes to a stop. She hears the wolf say one last thing, before her eyes flicker close and she passes out.

She awakes from her slumber, her body aching and her head dizzy with a strong pain. Even though there is little lighting in the room, her eyes still hurt her. She feels disgusting and sore. For a moment, she has no recollection of where she is or what happened, but as she remembers, she begins to sit up, and she cautiously turns to look for the wolf who had dont this to her."Why are you doing this?" she hears herself speak without a thought. Her voice is a lyrical, deep but stern voice. There is no sign of fear within her voice, though perhaps deep inside of her she was afraid. Theodosia only knew one thing; no matter how difficult this may be, she would stay alive and get by. Whether it took a few days. A few weeks. A few months. A few years.

Oh, there might be quite a few errors in this. I'm typing my posts now on a tiny little tablet keyboard... better than myphone but its taking some getting used to.


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