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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It was not the type of reaction that Draven was used to. Usually there were screams. There was begging of "please don't do this to me". There were whimpers for mercy. There was confusion consisting of "why did it have to be me". But pleasure? That was a rare reaction indeed. He had only gotten that reaction twice before and all of his time of vicious raping. And now that he was a vampire? They usually ended in death even quicker. But even from the beginning, when he had a bit down on the male's scruff, there had been a sound of pleasure. Draven shook his head, sure that he had made it up in his mind. But then the brute began to move against him. Draven's own chest rumbled into a purr, And he had taken the hessian harder, spurred on by the other's enthusiasm. He pumped his hips until he reached his thunderous Apex, and he was greeted there by a loving mewl . Perplexed and perhaps in awe, Draven pulled himself out of the other. He waited for the other to try to escape. Surely it had all been an act, meant to set him off his mark and lower his guard so that this lithe brute could get away when Draven wasn't looking. Entertaining the idea of a chase, Draven turn his back, but did not leave his focus. He waited to hear the pounding of paw prints on the hard cavern floor. He listened for the galloping heart beat a fear as the other try to escape. But neither came. Instead, he heard a soft voice calling out to him.

'Thank you master, anything else I can do for you?'

Draven felt a slow grin curl its way over his lips and he narrowed his eyes. There was only one other time he had ever been willingly called master, and it was by a young girl with daddy issues who had turned into a masochist. "I'm your… Master, am I? Tell me, darling, did Lucaya send you to me as a gift? Or did I just happened upon you buy miracle incidents? Does Lady luck and the fates really favor me so much as to gift you to me?" Draven began to circle the young brute. He had never intended on leaving this one alive if he survived Draven's bite… But now everything seems so… Different. Draven was intrigued. He already had one Mesmer, a timid and terrified little thing. But to have another… One that was willing… Now that would be quite the addition. He was silent long enough for the other to answer him, and when he stopped, it was facing the other. He focused upon the younger brute, his eyes glowing with a fiery embers as he focused upon him. This would be the third time, if he succeeded, that he would have a Mesmer. The first had been Lucaya, but her stent as a Mesmer had been short-lived… Considering he had turned her into a vampire that same day. Briseis was still around… He had intriguing plans for her once he figured it all out. Very intriguing plans. Normally, he kept her at his side, his little slave who grovelled at his feet. But this trip, he had left her alone… Both so that she could recuperate from his… Previous pleasure… And just to plain old piss Lucaya off. But this one… This one would hold his purpose in a different way. If indeed this slim young thing had enjoyed the torment Draven had placed upon him, then turning into a Mesmer would not change much. To have a slave that was also loyal to him… Now that would be something truly priceless. As he had done before, Draven focused and pushed his influence over the other. He could feel the change almost immediately and knew he was successful.

" tell me darling… What is your name? And why did you ever think to adventure your way into this place?"

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







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