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's Skin

I'm Your Worst Nightmare Dressed as your Day Dream
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She reacted as if he was courting, showering her with kisses, gifts, and flowers instead of bites, lethal threats, and pain. His words brought whimpers to her lips, but not of fear or worry but rather contentment. How or why she was like this Draven did not know, but she was a one in a million king of femme - sadistic, with a mix of mommy and daddy issues, all topped with the sweat cream of heart ache, betrayal, and abandonment. She was strong willed but moldable, terrified of him yet she desired him. She was a wonderful little package of 'messed-the-fuck-up' and she was all his, for now at least. But always had Draven been a jealous sort of fellow with a desire to hoard what was his and not share with anyone or anything. He had been that way with Halina, though she had not cared for him one bit... thusly had his mind-set become 'If I can't have her, no one else can either'. The little bitch had eventually evaded his little attacks and paid him back in full, but that had been many moons ago. The only reason she had defeated him as an adult was because of the second of the wolves who had been there - Kershov. On Draven's shortlist of all the wolves he wanted to torture more than any other, there were but three - Kershov, Halina, and Halina's fucking mate - Ygritte.

A snarl released from his maw before he brought his mind back to the present, focusing fully upon Lucaya. She was none of the ones on his list... no, rather she would become his new toy, his plaything, his entertainment. And as long as she continued to be amusing, she would stay alive.So for now it suited him to give her pleasure in addition to the pain, and he decided upon offering her a snack. He had not sensed any stray Putnar - other than Lucaya of course, but for now at least she would not be for eating. Draven had settled one of the normal cave inhabitants, but the strangest of things happened - he became immensely sick and vomited up the meat as soon as it hit his stomach. It was true he had always preferred eat other Putnar, but that was mainly because he enjoyed the challenge that was presented to him in the increased skill required to do perform such a kill. But now... for whatever reason it seemed that his stomach was no longer capable of handling the normal palate of Lera. His fiery embers glared at the meat in front of him that he had vomited at his paws, for now his hunger seemed to be tenfold. His odd... change and this now too? Surely they had to be connected. He thought hard, his mind running backflips trying to find an explanation.

'Draven, what exactly happened to you? You're acting almost as if you've... Turned into a vampire...'

The ebony hessian scoffed at the notion... but it made sense didn't it? After all the stories, the lore, the myth around the phantasmic creatures... wasn't it possible or even probable that it stemmed from somewhere? That there had to be some truth to it?

'Draven, if this is what you've become then I want you to turn me too.'

The hessian turned away from her, ignoring her plea. Draven pointedly began to walk toward the exit of the cavern, his thoughts of hunger as he instead tried to remember the tales themselves. What was said about vampires? They were said to be creatures of the night, pained by the daylight. Garlic was said to be their antithesis, their kryptonite... Draven scrunched up his nares - he had no care for the taste of garlic as it was. They fed on blood, they were the undead, they were immortal save for being staked through the heart, they could hypnotize odd. How interesting. "Let's test this out..." The words were a murmur but he turned his nape and cranked his head about without slowly his gait. "Lucaya come here." He continued his motion through the darkness, amazed at how clear in detail everything was - he could see in the darkness as he normally could see in the daylight. Dawn would be soon. Draven stopped so that he remained within the shadows of the cavern, no light touching even the tips of his paws. Draven turned, his rubies staring into Lucaya's own gaze if she looking at him, and if she wasn't, he would reach out and lift her chin by placing one of his monstrous paws beneath it and raising it. "Lucaya..." Draven murmur to her, focusing upon her pools. "You will be mine and do whatever I say..." He paused and waited to see if it changed anything about her... not that he knew what he was looking for.

Now as for the next part of the legend... Draven inhaled deeply a few times to brace himself and then held his breath and took a few steps into the light. The sun had barely even peaked over the distant mountains, the light soft and warm, mild... yet the pain that filled him was immediate and intense. Draven's vision started to go black and he scrambled backward into the sanctity of the cavern. His head throbbed and pounded, felt as if another wolf had torn apart his flesh and dug den trenches and gouges in his skull. His ribs heaved and he snarled, snapping at the air and was disappointed when there was no flesh. Minutes ached by entirely too slowly and Draven pawed at his head, his claws raking cuts in his own flesh to distract him from the headache in his head. Somehow, headache did nothing to describe what he felt. Migraine would not either... and while it could not compare to the change itself, it was still excruciating and his already exhausted body nearly collapsed. The pain only slowly abated into nothingness, and when it was dim enough for him to manage to lift his head. "Darling come lay by me, my body needs rest. "

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Ω Draven Ω Untamed Vampire Ω Escaped Convict Ω Azura Ω


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