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...


wolf in sheep skin


I'm Your Worst Nightmare Dressed as your Day Dream
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A cackle slipped through his lips, a result of it passing through his dreams and into reality. The sound of his own vocals echoed about him, bouncing off from one wall of the cavern to another, circling about the grey varg's head. Immediately, audettes flicker in response and his head shot up immediately. Deep dark pools swivel about, searching for the intruder in his den, but upon realizing there is none a slow smile sweeps over his kissers until they are curled upward. Lazily, he stretches outward and rolls onto his back. Folds of flesh wrinkle beneath him, twirling and spinning as they remain close to his body. One by one, each of his limbs stretch outward until all remaining slumber is gone from his body and mind. Draven remains there for a few moments until he languishes in the dried pelts and rolls onto his side. With a purr, he uses his paw to flip through the top few, remember with vivid detail how each one appeared when they were alive... their stories. Most were young pups who had strayed into his home either on a whim or on a bet to face their fears. But there were a few he had hunted down, there were a few he had mated with in his own dark sick ways, but the one pelt he was missing most was one that had seemingly slipped from between his claws. Draven had heard wind of a fact that his precious Halina had left Blossom Forest with her mate. To where, he did not know, but what Draven did know for sure was that the one purpose he had in life for the past few years was now obsolete.

In her absence he had thought at first to perhaps join a pack, but the one that he originally had interest in had grown too quiet and too cold for his liking. Hell yes he enjoyed his solitude, but he had once been the leader of a young group of ruffians, and he had enjoyed the power that he had felt. He had enjoyed the fear that they had instilled together, and how much they had been able to achieve working together instead of individually. But he would not give up this here slice of paradise for a place or another if it meant compromising. He wanted that again and nothing less.

Sighing, the devil rolled to his feet and rose, replaying his dream to himself - but then he realized that the crow from his dream was still calling to him. Intrigued, the hessian tilted his head - he had never been one to be labelled as insane. Many words had been used to describe him in the past - sadist, evil, bully, asshole - but not insane. He was fully in control of his mental capacities and always had been. He had no doubt that his auditory capacities were intact, which meant...

... once more his cruel grin split up his kissers and he eased himself into a trot to the far wall of his den. With a practiced ease, he leapt onto first the lowest ledge and then to the next and next until he had managed his way out of the trapped den. None of his little doves had ever managed it - they were extremely injured by the time he dragged them down there, and even seeing the ledges would have been difficult. The ledges were thin and slippery and Draven had spent a long time perfecting the task. Draven slipped through the ways of the cave, heading toward the mouth. He knew that that would be where the bird would be, and given its distressed calls, it would be an easy kill, and easy meal. Draven took little pride in such meals, but he was hungry nonetheless... that is until he realized the calls had stopped. Draven slowed as he came around the last corner and stared at the ess before him, chomping down on the dead fowl that had been calling to him. Draven purred and let it rumble through the cavern and reverberate. Only after the sound of it had died out did he speak. "Little lady comes to play and within my home so prettily does lay. But odd she is and different from the rest and of all my meals she may be the best. Ah... nothing like wooing my prey with such words." He stayed within the shadows but crept closer... and closer...

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Ω Draven Ω Untamed Demon Ω Escaped Convict Ω Azura Ω


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