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...


Rage is the key to peace

✦Please have mercy on me. Take it easy on my heart.✦

He’d found her, the one that haunted his memories, the one that caused his family to fall. The one.. The one that turned his heart into a cold mass of pain and suffering. He was a ghost, stalking through the woods. His Olya liked to call him a ghost because of his silent steps and ghost like movements. He was out walking, wanting to just clear his head when a scent from his past assaulted his nostrils and caused his rage to stir in his body again.

He had been following her for a while, not wanting to pounce just yet, but he was wondering why her pups weren’t around her. She was pregnant last he’d seen of her, the last he’d seen her she was screaming at him hoping that he’d lose everything he’d love, instead she was about to become his again, though not in the way he once wanted her to be. He would protect what he had built and he’d do that with her by his side, having a close eye on her, making sure his slow growing empire wasn’t going to crash around him. He would not let her break what he had, but he sure as tartarus would break her.

As he followed her, he knew something was different about her as she walked. She seemed lost, broken, these things pulled at the feelings Siku once had for the small female. Though his called a growl to escape his throat, when he did this he knew he couldn’t hide anymore. He gently walked down from the slope he had been standing on, knowing he was going to frighten the small female, but now he didn’t care, he was going to make her his slave and he was going to make her a living rag doll. Though he would also protect her as a pack member. ”Hello Eileithyia, miss me?” A smirk crossed his lips as he spoke. .

✦Though you don’t mean to hurt me, you keep tearing me apart.✦

{Siku the cold one, Hopeful Alpha of Abendrot || Don’t make him get up, that will be your first mistake. OOC Rini}

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