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 [death of lucyne, printesa]
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Draven
I'm Your Worst Nightmare Dressed as your Day Dream
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The training session had actually gone relatively well. Though under his tutelage, they would never be expert fighters, they will be survivalists, and that was perhaps more pertinent in this time and age. And so, Draven called it a win in his book. But what was not a win, was the way that Lucyne had been as of late. Draven had initially been attracted to her darkness, to her fire, her rage, her irritability. She had desired the pain that he gave her, she had desired him… But once some of her illegitimate pups had died, everything has changed. Not at all for the better. She had grown confused, and lost her ire. All too often, she lost her track of mind, and had become forgiving, and kind, and caring. It was not like her at all, and Draven found himself no longer attracted to her soul. That, in turn, had meant that her future was soon to come to an end. When they first had met, he told her that he would kill her at some point. Perhaps not today, not tomorrow, but eventually. And in all actuality? That eventuallyhad finally come to pass.

There is a power that holds vampires together who are related. Not genetically related, but a vampire who turns another wolf has the power to command them. It is different than the relationship between a vampire and his Mesmer - a Mesmer is more slave than anything, a puppet. And Lucyne was certainly not a puppet… No, she had things that she liked, and for the most part, Draven had not interfered. But today, that all had changed. He had gone to her done at dusk and ordered her to come with him. Of course, he had done it in his master manipulator of ways, saying it in his deep, husky, seductive voice and had rubbed up against her. And to be honest, that part - his desire - wasn’t entirely false. His sexual urges still desired her, and he would take her body over and over before he was through, but he no longer desired her mind. She was no longer the queen on his chess board, but a pawn… Worse than a pawn, she was a liability. A weakness. And if there was anything that Draven hated it was disappointment… And that was exactly what he felt she would become. And to drive his point home, he would punish her until finally her life slipped away. But it was not quite time for that, not yet. He was still far too excited for the game, cat and mouse. Draven led her through the mirk and mire of Laor Mor, and took her every chance he had. Together, they came time and time again, in the deep swamp waters, up against trees, over boulders. They were ravenous, hungry creatures who could not get enough of each other - that had always been true and it still held true. His body took command of her and he pumped himself into her with a sexual appetite that few could maintain. But she kept with him, tit for tat, and slowly they made their way back to the caverns where it all started, where they had first met, where they had first fucked, and where he had made his promise to eventually kill her. If she suspected him at all, she gave no clue, no hint. The hours passed quickly, and when dawn was nearly upon them, the pair scraped out a den together and slept there beneath the protective rays of light that the evil sun above sought to destroy them with. It was only when they awoke that they started out again, once again under the safety of darkness of the night. They were close now, so close, and he picked up the pace, hungry for the ending and everything before then as well.

And when finally they reach the cavern? He took her just outside of the mouth of the cavern, throwing her viciously to the floor, and despite that, he was given the satisfaction of hearing her cry out for more, screaming his name. Her tight little ass rubbed against him, and he took them to both of their heights, before finally dragging her within the cavern. Once again, it was nearly dawn, and it was time. Everything had come full circle now, and the beautiful symmetry of it all did not pass by his notice. He gestured to the floor, and bade her lay down. Almost tenderly, he began to groom her, hoping to lure her into a false sense of confidence, and all the while, he spoke.

There was something different about you when I first met you, darling. You were the first prey that I took in this cavern that I did not kill immediately when I was done. It was because I saw something within you that reminded me of myself - a darkness, a craving for power, perhaps a little sadism, masochism… You are a deliciously dark seraphim, fallen from the heavens to rule the dark underground. And in you I finally found a match, and that was why I let you live. I enjoyed your antics, and wished to help you achieve your goals… But you have been different recently. But that is not important quite yet. Tell me, love, do you remember that day, when we met? We made love that once… And truly that is the only time I have ever made love with another. Everyone else I fuck, and every other time with you, we have fucked. But that one time, we made love. And I think I could have loved you, if there were different circumstances around us. But afterword, when I came inside you, I bit down and turned you into a vampire. Your agony was such sweetness for me, a true aphrodisiac, yet if you remember, I told you that day that someday, you would die by my teeth. Well, darling, the day has come.

He could feel her tense before he heard it, but shortly afterward she growled. She sought to snap at him, but he leapt upon her and pinned her to the ground with his full weight. “You helped me learn so much about myself, about our kind. But there was one thing I’ve yet to fully see, but you will help me, don’t you worry.” He leaned down to whisper in her ear even as her neck whipped around to bite his face, but he stayed just out of her reach. “As soon as the dawn comes, I command you to walk out into the sunlight and die.”She writhed beneath him, and he could feel himself growing with passion once more. He could sense the dawn coming, and he forcibly took her despite her curses, her swears, and her fight. It was his darkest moment in a long time, and he delightfully held onto it, taking her without worrying at all about her pleasure, and seemingly perfectly, he came into her just as the first rays of light coursed by the mouth the cavern. He could feel her muscles tense quickly, pulling her up off the ground from beneath him, and he dismounted her, still dripping his seed upon the earth, and he watched as she fought against his command. Yet step-by-step, she walked near to the mouth of the cavern, and then finally out into it. She cursed that she would kill him someday, but he merely shook his head and smiled handsomely at her. “No, my love, you will not.” He licked his lips as she collapsed. Her corpse thrashed for a few long minutes, until it finally went still. He could hear the delicious silence of when her heart finally stopped beating. But so focused had he been on her, that he realize that he had not noticed another approaching. Unkempt, unsheathed, and yet still somehow ravishingly sexy, he turned to face her, and found himself filled with something… Different. He had told Lucyne only moments before that he could’ve loved her, and yet he knew for certain that he loved this lass before him. But Draven was not one to love like others did. He would never know that this love has been brought on magically by his consumption of the water flowing through the mire, but he did not particularly care.

Oh darling… you are in quite the predicament now…

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







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