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

Her orbs flickered in the dark, as she thought of the power she'd have over those she craved to torture. Stormy Horizions. The bitch who took her home from her. Maybe even that little brat in Malignant who kept tabs on her through her little watch dogs, or, birds. She wanted to tear the beings who crossed her, did her wrong, tear them limb from limb and watch as they struggled and begged for pity, as blood spilled onto the ground of their bodies. Maybe she could find what was dear to them and take it from them, right before their eyes. A lover? A dear friend or relative? Maybe even a child.

Her orbs flicked back to Draven as she watched him, her brow raised as she watched his odd movement in the darkness. She couldn't quite make out what he was doing, but his voice slithered out of his mouth and wrapped itself around her brain. "Lucaya come here." Her pupils grew incredibly small even in the darkness and she just lost control. She stepped gracefully forward, obeying his comand. She stood inches from him, awaiting. "Lucaya..." He looked into her pools with his rubies. "You will be mine and do whatever I say..." She nodded, her orbs still wide open. "Anything you wish."

She finally blinked after a few moments and her pupils returned to their normal size, realizing she what had happened. Her orbs flicked to Draven as she watched him step out towards the sunlight that was just starting to show as dawn arrived. Her head lowered as she watched him shrink back from the light and look almost sick from it, and rather uncomfortable. He shrunk back to the darkness and laid down, seeming to still be in pain. "Darling come lay by me, my body needs rest. " Her pupils shrunk and she lost control once more. She moved over to him, twineing herself into him if he'd let her. Her pupils widened again and she put her head down, nuzzling into his nape. Her orbs closed.

"There's just no rest for the Queen of the dead."
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She'll Use Your Corpse As A Catwalk


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