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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The unseen freak dove into a diatribe about Thackery’s sexual prowess—or lack thereof, as if he had any fucking right. Thacks had the feeling this asshole knew exactly what he meant . . . and chose to waste both of their time poking fun when the blonde male clearly preferred leaving or tearing his tormentor’s fur out. He gave a massive eye-roll, thinking that the other brute had no way of seeing the rude gesture, and stuck his tongue out of the corner of his muzzle as if he’d tasted something foul. Oh boy: somebody who gets hard hearing himself talk. What a treat. Maybe, if I’m lucky, he’ll break his neck before he magically finds his way toward me . . . “You’re describing that situation in an awful lot of detail, bro. I think you’re the one who’s had issues, ah, getting it up. But who am I to judge? You probably got plenty of that from the lays you didn’t get.” An angry growl textured his words like bits of broken glass mixed into melted chocolate, an otherwise perfectly attractive voice made rough by aggression. Thackery attempted to back out of the massive cavern again, tail sweeping along the stone to find the opening he’d crawled through . . . but all he found was a plane of perfect smoothness. His heartbeat kicked up a few notches, hackles spiking even higher. Talking to Mr. Egomaniac would eventually drive Thacks up the wall, but actually getting trapped in here? That made his previous anxiety seem like a pitiful, small thing.

An infuriating tsk noise echoed in the space—the other hessian clucking his tongue. At him! Thackery! After the pompous JERKWAD finished wasting oxygen, the golden prince gave a harsh, loud bark, his voice reverberating off of rock like a thunderclap. Never mind that his legs were trembling ever so slightly, a shiver worming its insidious way into his spine and sending acid into his guts. His opponent had no way of knowing how big Thacks was, not in this oppressive cave darkness, and so Thacks would act like a dragon whose tail had been stepped on. He even snapped his jaws for effect, the clack of his teeth a satisfying noise to accompany his bark. “Cut the shit, psycho. You’re starting to give me a damn headache.”

A scuffling sound scuttled around the air, claws digging into the cold stony surface and propelling something large closer to where Thackery stood with his haunches to the wall. His breath caught. No . . . no way! Was this asshole actually narrowing down his location? Baby blues cut across the shadows uselessly, growls turning to rumbles turning to furious snarls the more his invisible adversary drawled on. Eventually, Thackery began to notice a glow . . . scarlet and dull, throbbing in the dark. Almost too faint to really see. He thought it might be a trick of his own mind, the pulsing of his own blood behind his retina, but then the glow grew brighter. Brighter. Until the blonde boy could see a twin pair of blazing rubies pinning him, scorching into his brain. Thackery’s snarl died into abrupt silence. A second flickered by. Another. A horrid tension strung itself through Thackery’s intestines. And before he could scream, a huge weight careened into him from the ledge above—red eyes glaring evil and hungry the final thing he saw before his head hit the ground and he saw stars instead.

On instinct, after he crashed downward, his limbs kicking up to put space between himself and the monster snapping its jaws toward his flesh. Paws scrabbled down a hard chest. No use. He felt drool speckling his throat—hot saliva that felt like straight bleach—compacted air ruffling his fur where fangs slashed the air above his neck—

AGONY—

Thackery shrieked, a raw and strangled cry since teeth were buried in the meat of his neck, right below his jawbone. He thrashed twisted, screamed, and nothing dislodged the beast attempting to kill him. “GET OFF! GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!!!”


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