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

The dark queen found herself staring at her own reflection in the pool of blood that seeped closer and closer to her, eventually engulfing her form all together. Her fur stained darker and darker to the most beautiful shade of black she had ever seen. She looked back to the devil before her, waiting for him to do something, anything. Part of her expected him to actually kill her like he said he would, and another part thought he'd leave her when he was finished with her. She took a quick swallow.

How had he lost so much blood anyways? Was it something caused by her? She began to feel concerned. How was he even still alive? There was enough blood loss to kill him, and yet now he had no visual wounds to him. After she rose to her paws and threw out her words to him, her orbs caught in his stare. He seemed stunned for a moment. "Wait a moment darling. You are telling me that you were betrothed to another and you two never laid together? How could you have ever decided to spend the rest of your lives together if you did not first delve into the intimate unknown and see if there was a connection? We belong to a species that has two goals - survival and procreation - and you were going to vow to be together forever without first seeing if you would enjoy making pups together? That is stupid and insane. You are lucky indeed that he left, what if he failed in the sack? You would have been miserable for eternity and would have never met me. Trust me - life is better without this past mate of yours."

She gave a smile and a soft laugh. "You make it sound almost as if you're happy to have met me." She said, rolling her eyes to the side. No one was ever happy to see her. She was the cursed one. The one who ruined Spring Grounds. Who ruled a pack well known for cruel Queens. Then he mentioned how she stopped his heart. She began to question everything. "Really, darling? Is that a real question you are asking me? Have you never fed upon a deer, or other large animal? Even a small one! Once you tear out their throat they bleed out, and then they die. Did you have some sort of different idea of how wolves were made? We may be Putnar and not Lera, but we are put together the same. One does not simply lose the entirety of their lifeblood and walk away. And yet I have. I am the living dead, or the undead. My heart stopped, and yet even now beats at a tempo a fourth of the speed it should."

She watched his movements carefully and cocked her head. "I do not know how, I do not know why, but that is the simple truth. Now... should we go get a snack? I'm sure some little things have lost themselves in the halls of my home, shall we look for them?" She gave another smile and a nod. "I'm game. What's on the menu around here typically, love?

"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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