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...

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Draven
I'm Your Worst Nightmare Dressed as your Day Dream
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Against all odds and to his complete and utter surprise, it worked. He had gazed into her eyes and called forth his own spirit and had pushed it over her, commanding her to be his. Her own soul fought against his, and Draven got the sense that this would not perhaps work on all wolves, but to Lucaya he was a sweet temptation and the strength and poison of his overwhelmed her and she relaxed into his metaphorical embrace. Her lids widened, showing all of her dark pools to him and Draven smiled wickedly - this would prove to be the most useful of tools indeed. He could take command of his prey and command that they remain still and yet scream for him, or tell them to run into the caverns and get lost for all eternity... that is until they fell into his open and waiting maw. But Lucaya would not die by his own pearls - but she would be turned and become his companion, a femme to spend the lonely nights with, to destroy others with. In response to his command - an utterance to essential be his slave, she merely nodded.

'Anything you wish.'

Though perhaps there was a chance that she was simply so enameled as to agree to such anyway, Draven knew better. Gone was the normal lilting rise and fall of her vocals and instead in its place was a boring monotone. It was of interesting note to be sure, and in the future he would to make sure that any of his slave... his... his Mesmer as it were... be commanded to keep their own way of speaking to him so as not to bore him. But with Lucaya it hardly mattered. She would be turned into a vampire herself soon enough and would return to her own consciousness. That is, as soon as he tempted the blinding brilliant light of the sun above.

Which, of course, was a mistake. It had immediately felt as if his mind were breaking into a thousand pieces as soon as the first bit of light hit his flesh and the black abyss had quickly began to creep across his vision. By some bit of luck he had been able to crawl back into the cave, and he regretted ever leaving the darkness. "Well I won't be doing that again any time soon I suppose." He muttered the words to himself before laying down and calling over to Lucaya. She did as he commanded and nuzzled her way between his limbs, her head cradled by his nape. His own head hung over her own and his rubies watched as her lids closed. For a few brief moments they stayed like that, but with the pain of his head had come too the hunger. As she lay against him, he began to hear the thumping of her heart, the whooshing of blood through her veins. Slowly, purposefully, he opened his maw and closed his jaws on her jugular and began to drink from her vein. Just enough to sait himself... and then the oddest thing happened - he could feel the poison seeping out of his fangs and feel them extend deeper into her tissues, marking her. Draven pulled back, uncertain in his actions, and saw the reddish glow of his poison intertwining with the darker red of his blood.

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Ω Draven Ω Untamed Vampire Ω Escaped Convict Ω Azura Ω







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