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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I am the Sword in the Darkness I am the Watcher on the Wall
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Now My Watch Begins; It Shall Not End Until My Death



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Snow white paws carried the large male through the trees that were beginning to become familiar to him. It had been a long time since he had traveled these lands, and he had expected them to be more similar to what he had remembered. But nothing was even remotely the same. There was still a lot about the new world with magic that he didn’t know about yet, and wasn’t sure yet if he wanted to know about or not. A part of him knew that he could leave Blossom if he wanted. He had done it once before, but something had drawn him back here. Ghost had already met two new vargs, a male and a female. Both of which he had some sort of intimacy with, but nothing so far that had any serious connections with. Flirtations had been exchanged, some physical contact had occurred, one actually leading to unexpected events with the female. But it was nothing like what he had with NeMO before. Ghost had decided he would not be monogamous, would not take another mate. At least not yet. Did the fact that he was to be a father to Motionless’ young change that? He didn’t think so. He did not feel for her the way he felt when he was in love. And that was what would be needed if he were to consider taking a mate again. The phantom thoughts of the other brute were coming to him less as he wandered the trees, making a mental map for himself to distract him. Crimson orbs scanned the trees, still waiting to see if there would be anything familiar to him, but so far, it was all foreign. He still wasn’t sure if he was even back in the same lands, or if he had been lost and come to a completely foreign land. But something told him that was not the case, and that the whispers of magic and magical beings he had heard about was true.

As the large male’s form wandered aimlessly, wondering what his point was in being back here, he debated about seeking out his brother, Grey Wind. Of his living siblings that were left, he was the only one that he had had a real relationship with. Grey Wind and him were the same age, and had grown up together. Been raised side by side, and neither had felt like they were half siblings, but had always felt closer than any of the other full blooded brothers or sisters. Without Grey Wind to grow up with, he wasn’t sure how things would have turned out. But he had felt like he belonged with him, even if half of his siblings and their mother hated him and didn’t want him in their family. Ghost often wondered what would have happened if they had not all been separated, if the other pack had not come in and killed most of their pack, including their father. But that had been the first lesson to introduce him to the real world. To the fact that life was not fair, for anyone in it, and at times it was downright cruel. For a long time, Ghost was not sure if there was any real reason to live at all. Many years of his life were very uneventful, and he couldn’t remember anything exciting or really much of anything going on in it. But something had kept him going, and then he had found his way to Blossom for the first time.

Paws continued to carry him further through the trees, and he hadn’t realized how late it had gotten. When he had parted ways with the other male who he had rescued from drowning, which had led to activities he had not foreseen happening…it had been evening. But now it was nighttime, the darkness surrounding him and the light of the moon and the stars guiding his way. The male’s entirely white pelt stuck out against the darkness, and he wasn’t sure if he should try to settle down for the night. But he didn’t feel tired, and too many thoughts were swirling through his mind that he knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep anyways. So what was the point. Paws stilled their movement as he debated which direction to go in. Some areas nearby he had already explored, so he continued in a direction that he had not explore before. The trees were thin enough on the path he was on that he no issues seeing where to walk. Ghost’s vision caught site of what appeared to be the opening into some caves, and he paused his stride, debating if he wanted to go and check them out. In the end he decided now was as best a time as any, and if he were to stay within Blossom he would want to get to know all of the areas and their changes.

As the phantom passed into the caves, he was plunged into darkness, and he stood still for a few moments, letting his vision adjust as much as it could. He knew that he could not go too far in these caverns if they turned out to be deep, or he would risk getting lost and never finding his way out. He could not imagine that that would be a good way for him to go out of this world. Once the male could see enough to make out the walls and not walk into them, he continued forward, his paws echoing in the darkness every time they stumbled or hit a rock. Rebounding sounds of water dripping into puddles and other unknown noises reached his audettes as he slowly continued forward, curious if any others ventured into such a mysterious place. Ghost’s unspoken question was answered when he heard the muffled sound of others talking. Curiosity led him forward, risking being rude and interrupting others. As the male continued to make his way through the unknown, he heard vocals rising, arguing, and he debated turning back, not wanting to interrupt. But when the scent of blood reached his nares, he hurried forward.

As Ghost turned a corner, he was shocked to see a bloody scene unfolding. There were two males, one who looked to be on his death bed, the other in a healthier sense. Both had strangely bright red eyes, and he remembered what Motionless had told him about vampires when she saw his own crimson orbs. While his were natural, there was no way that these could be. Theirs were glowing, he had never seen eyes glow like that before, and they intrigued him rather than scared him. The brute continued forward, knowing that he had made noise at his approach and they would know he was there in the silent caverns. His gaze turned to the body of a fresh corpse, the body still warm as if it had just been killed. What had happened here? If they indeed were vampires, then it would seem that Ghost walked in on them feeding. But did they kill this femme or did they find her dead? The word vampire in itself implied sinister thoughts, but could he assume that? With the scene he was looking at, he felt he could assume in this case that they had indeed killed her. But was that any worse than wolves killing their prey to eat? He honestly wasn’t sure. His thoughts on right and wrong had been scrambled when he was with NeMO, who had a cannibalistic appetite of his own. He had accepted it easily then, but could he accept it of others? Finally the brute spoke up, wondering if the healthier of the two needed help taking care of the sickly looking one. ”Um, sorry to intrude. But do you need assistance?” The male looked to the blonde and bronze male.


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**Ghost**Brute**Seduced by None NeMO**Wanderer **Adult**Bastard Brother to Grey Wind, Mabbit, Lady, Summer, Nymeria**Violet








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