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...



She's Got A Temper In Stock, Made Of Hemlock
Uses Absinthe As A Lip Gloss

She felt an odd comfort from the monster before her. The fragments of a dead, frozen heart that shattered to bits long ago twinged inside her. After her words of her former homes she heard a faint, almost whisper come from the being. "Oh, really? Please... please do continue." She gave a smirk to the voice she was hearing, audits twisting and turning to every sound. "I was Queen of Spring Grounds, it was my birth right. My parents abandoned the pack after my mother killed my brother right before my eyes. I was cocky, and didn't know much about fighting. I was taken down by a witch who couldn't even hold down the pack herself. But they didn't need me, and I didn't need them."

She could feel the air shift as she got close to him, pausing only to find her smirk back on her face. "Then, I belonged to Malignant for a while, the alpha bad a soft spot for me so much he wanted to make me his Queen. But he left me on our wedding, waiting." She spoke, her words not staggering even after she spoke about Lucifer for once. "So I left." She shrugged, her banner swishing behind her. She heard a thump against a stalagmite, vibrations and echos filled the cave. "It is adorable, my love, that you think you are not prey merely because you were once Queen. If I am not mistaken, the key word in your statement was former. And not one, but two packs? Tsk tsk darling, that means you have lost your pack twice. How unfortunate that you seem to be unable to hold onto things. Tell me... do you think you will do a better job at holding onto your life? Or will you let that... slip away from you to?"

She raised her brows, not even surprised in the least by his words of her old packs - and things slipping away from her. Indeed she did let everything slip through. But nothing was permanent and even she knew that. Including Lucifer. The beast crawled out of the shadows, only to dash right back in. She gave a small whine, but with a smile. "Even if you were still a Queen, lovie, that does not mean that you would not be my prey. If you could see where I lay my head at night.... you would not be so calm right now. Shall I tell you how I kill my prey? Or rather, what I do to my prey before I kill them? No... I'll lead with this: my throne is lined with innumerable pelts - male, female, young, old, warriors, innocents. They only have one thing in common - my eyes were set on them."

She smiled still, excitement filling her mind as she stepped forward still. Her banner swished back and forth like a shadow moving in the night. "It is a shame, dear, that your eyes will not stay in your pelt after I have stripped it from your body. They are beautiful in their uniqueness..." Her head rose and her audits and orbs drew like magnets to him. Her smile faded to a one sided grin as she watched his tongue slip over her lips. "No worries, though darling. I will enjoy looking into those eyes even when you are screaming bloody murder - your murder, to clarify - and will enjoy them even when life is no longer within them. Will you grace me with a name before I steal your breath? How about I give you a head start to run if you give me your name, yea?"

She shook her head, letting out a soft chuckle. Don't you see? I'm not some little bitch you can scare off with words and temptation. You like to cause suffering I see. Well, I have suffered. And suffered, and suffered, and suffered. I too grew to love the dark and feed off screams of pain and murder." She slowly stepped towards him, circling him. Her banner gliding against his body. She came up to his ear, whispering gently. "My name is Lucaya." She said before pinching her canines onto his ear just enough to draw blood to at least quench her thirst for now. She stepped forwards, before him but with her back to him. Her tail raised and her head turned to look at him. "What was it you wanted to show me? What you do to your prey before you kill them?"

"There's just no rest for the Queen of the dead."
Death Hawk, Fresh New Rock's
She'll Use Your Corpse As A Catwalk


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