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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'What would give you that idea? The fact that I said where the hell am I? Or that I don't look like I belong in one of these caves?'

Draven purred, an uncharacteristic sound for him to make, and yet this little wolf was exciting him so much. He lowered his front end but continue to support motion, and use one of the low hanging cave structures as a scratching post. He arched his back and allowed the stalactite to scratch down his dorsum. He did so love to play with his food. Specially when they were as delectable as this one. It reminded him of the last male who had thought to wander alone in these caverns. With sought to get himself lost, when all the young brute have been trying to do was hide. But here in these caves, Draven was king... and put ownership over all wolves who entered his abode. If it happened but they died after he thought upon them, then so be it. He had no cares… Although that had not exactly been the case when he had fed off of Lucaya. At any rate, heat and adrenaline flooded through his minuscule veins. Their volume alone was likely more than the sum of Draven's entire blood volume. He felt excitement wash over him like a tsunami, and the black devil smiled cruelly. "Actually my little dove it is nothing like that - I know you do not belong here, because I have lived here for a good long while, and your scent has never crossed me before. And my oh my, what a delicious perfume you have. I think… I think I would rather enjoy taking a taste of you, Dearie. Oh, how I will run my tongue up your furrow, and then sink my fangs into your pounding jugular. Even now, I can almost taste your sultry blood upon my tongue, can imagine it pouring down my throat, warming my stomach. Oh, my, but I will enjoy you. Although… I do not think that you will enjoy me quite as much.…"

With that, the devil tensed his muscles, and leapt at his victim. Due to his hunger, his fangs were stretched out, extended so that they could release their poison upon contact. And the cream colored brute was facing away from him, and Draven opened his jaws wide and aimed to sync his bite into the others rump. It was so large and fluffy, that he could not resist taking a chunk out of it. At any rate, it would not matter where his bite fell… It did not matter where in the body he injected his poison… The painful paralysis reaction was nearly immediate once the poison was released. If Draven missed his mark, he would land and try to snap at the other again fighting anywhere really, he did not have much of a preference. If he missed again, he would quietly back up to the corner of the cavern, and collect himself for yet another attack. But if he bit, and successfully injured the other, he would leap upon him, his body straddling the others, his weight forcing him to the ground. Then, and only then, would he reached down and pierce the sweet spot on the other snack-teeth digging through hair and flesh and vessel to gain access to what he really desired-blood. Once again, the rumbling purr would echo throughout his chest until he was satiated, full. Only… Only one of his two hungers would be full currently. Though some considered cannibalism-and by extension vampirism-despicable and disgusting, almost some could argue that forced sodomy was worse. And that was exactly what Draven aimed to do next. The devil was not heterosexual, or homosexual, but rather was pansexual. He did not really see gender, instead only saw those he found delicious, and those he found not. It had only been in the more recent of years that he had accepted this - after all, during his puppy years he had verbally abused and tortured Halina for her own sexual orientation… But that was not because she was a lesbian. It was because she had not returned the feelings that he had for her. Even so, he had taken his first male to lay with only a few short weeks ago… It was time for another.

Blood dripped from his maw, and his tongue reached out to slurp up the droplets from the other's neck, before he began to encircle his own mouth. His blood red eyes swept down the body of the quivering fruit, who was most likely screaming in agony from the poison. It was music to his ears-and Draven smiles. Still mounted over him, he used his left hind limb to push the other's tail aside. His loins throbbed with need, and he could feel himself trembling with trepidation. He was already hard, and he pushed himself full hilt into the other. A groan pulled itself from between his lips, and he began to buck at the others romp with swift gyrations. It was a tight squeeze, and driven briefly wondered if the other had ever partaken in this before… Willingly or otherwise. But he did not much care. This would be the one and only time he ever saw this wolf… Or so he thought. The feeling of the other wriggling around his swallowed organ sensitized him, and within a few minutes he came, releasing himself into the other. A moan fell from his lips as he slowly withdrew, his staff still trembling as the remnants of his seed fell from it. Now fully content, the demon set about cleaning himself up, watching and waiting to see what what happened to the other… It would be his entertainment for the day.

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Ω Draven Ω Untamed Vampire Ω Beta and General of Caidir Olc Ω Azura Ω







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