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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Wolf in Sheep's Skin/The sheep in the Wolf's Den
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Draven
I'm Your Worst Nightmare Dressed as your Day Dream
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She grinned at him the entire time, while he groomed her, while he nuzzled her, even when his tongue invaded her mouth and swept over her glossy new teeth. But her grin never was larger when she spoke clearly about everything she wished to do to her enemies. He had asked her which pack she wanted to reclaim-the first one where she had risen to power, or the latter pack where she had been most at home. She passed a second to think over her answer, and Draven smiled at her and nodded when she told him her answer. Malignant Felicity was the pack that he felt comfortable helping her reclaim. After all, it was the darkest land of all the packs, darker even than Abendrot. Anyway, the first pack had been her pup hood pack, and going backwards in time would not help her progress as a wolf or as a leader. She then went on to list her enemies, in detail, specific, by name. Her reasoning for each was given, and none of them seemed unreasonable to the devil. The first of course was the current ruler of the pack she wished to be hers. The second was that queens second in command. Which, it just so happened, he was also on her list for a second reason. She wanted the ruler who had overthrown her to die, along with that rulers second in command and all of his family. It just so happened, buy whatever twist of fate saw fit to make it so, that the queen of Malignant Felicity held the son of Aindreas as her second in command. And so though there were four specific ones, really, there were many more than that.

Draven had nodded at her, smiling cruelly. Her dreams and desires were vicious, yes, but not overly so. All of it was within their grasp, and no doubt it would bring a war. And war, of course, right bloodshed-that would mean many meals for Lucaya and himself. " I will help you with all of this, Lucaya mine. I think that you are an exquisite creature and should have all that you desire more. But we will not be fool hearty in our task, nor will we be stupid. We need to do some reconnaissance work first, to see how many wolves this snowy queen holds in her reserves. We cannot fight them during the day, and to fight them at night though we would have the advantage, even we cannot overcome so many. We need others, we need an army ourselves. Either we need to make more vampires, or else we need to make Mesmers to follow our orders and fight for us. I have no desire to rule, and thus the responsibility for all of this is yours. I will be a general, but I will not be a king. It is a position I have no interest in, for I know it to be true that I do not have the ... skills of negotiation, shall we say. " his flame red eyes swept over her frame again, hungrily eating in each of her curves. She was his, perhaps not in the monogamous version of a mate, but she certainly was his mate. They may each take others to their dens, but he would always have been her first, and she would be the first female to survive him. He moved over her, and grasped her scruff roughly, and proceeded to take her once again, fulfilling his carnal delights.

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He had woken up in the middle of that night and had found his side cold and empty. Holding to the shadows, he had taken to stalking his most recent conquest, and had followed through some of the woods. But then, the strangest thing happened-the world shifted. The ground around him had begun to rise out of the earth, higher and higher into the sky. In great leaping strides, Draven had run through the obstacles of trees and roots and flying debris that sought to slaughter him. He galloped fast fast as he could until he had finally left from one plateau to it next, and from there he had returned to the safety of his cave. His home. His den.

His embers could see the heat of the magic pumping through the caverns, forcing it into the land. In the land itself, it pulsated too, alive with the magic. Whatever boundary had fallen to turn him into a vampire, now was turning blossom Forest into something else. His mind swept to Lucaya, and though he hoped for her survival, it would not be paramount to his happiness. If she did not survive this, no doubt that he would find another to turn, to share his bed during the day, and to rule the night at his side. It would be a pity if she were to die though, for she had been intriguing and interesting, and with a mind as dark as his own. He was surprised and truth that more walls did not notice the change, but then he realized that most wolves were not a life or rather a week in the middle of the night. Though they sometimes hunted at night, mostly they slept. For two nights, he had laying alone, not yet looking for another female to take her place. But this night, he had strayed from the caverns and taken another. The body was warm beneath him as he took her viciously and though he had taken her mind and made her his Mesmer, he had commanded her to act as she normally would. Her cries and screams filled him with a lecherous joy and just as he came to his apex, he heard a familiar voice ringing through his auds - Lucaya come home, and apparently with a surprise. Draven waited for his trembles to cease before he began moving from his warm bed toward the entrance of the cavern where he knew she would be. She had yet to learn the labyrinth after all. He paused mid stride to turn back toward the soiled teenager whose mind he owned. "Come, Briseis."

Together they moved through the darkness, Draven grasping onto her scruff and dragging her. As he rounded the last corner, he flung her forward toward the entrance of the cavern, thinking that Lucayas gift would be a meal. But instead, he found she trailed behind her 6 pups. Briseis cried in the heap she landed in but tried to crawl toward the pups, thinking to protect them, a trail of blood running on the floor behind her as her fleeting sign of her lost virginity. Draven strode toward Bri and laid a giant paw upon her, stopping her motion. "Lucaya, mine. What the fuck have you done?" He swept his gaze over them and noted how young they were - their eyes must only just have opened. And five of the six were red - were marked as vampires. "I told you to get an army together - who knows if they can even age when they are turned when this young? And will they still need milk? This is a headache now... for if they need milk you cannot provide it, and if they need blood you now have six mouths that must be provided for." He laid down, draping himself over Briseis and began to click his nails on the earth.

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Ω Draven Ω Untamed Vampire Ω Escaped Convict Ω Azura Ω




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