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This story is in fact something i made while i was in a clan called LycanFang, so it makes references to that clan but i'm sure you will appreciate it all the same. i might reverse the references to this clan depending if it will work. Its not finished and i will continue it...im not making promises soooooo whenever i feel like it :D
The Darkovia War
The full moon illuminated the Darkovia forest; the only sounds to be heard were constant low growling and the flapping of wings. Bat wings. Both the Vampires and Lycans had long since been preparing for this battle. Both sides were, as always, convinced they could destroy the other. The lycan ranks had increased due to hundreds of newborns and the same of the vampires.
The vampires morphed into war-form and the lycans morphed into Full-Moon-Wolf.
The Vampires struck the first blow by a side flank attack taking out many lycans. The Werewolves responded by charging straight at the vampire army, but the vampires had been expecting this and were prepared. The Vampire Frontline charged. War cries from both parties were heard throughout all of lore.
Half a mile away a lone vampire strolled along in Swordhaven. He had been banished for refusing to fight pointlessly. He walked into an inn and was greeted by the always-smiling Artix and Robina (who he suspected were dating). He stared out of the window and then sighed deeply, strolled upstairs and walked into room 3, which as always was very busy - he barely managed to squeeze through the crowds - but finally reached the two warriors he'd been looking for - Shadow and Thadei. They were like him in away, he thought to himself, tired of the pointless fighting.
He sat down with them and ordered three glasses of moglinberry juice. He sipped the cold drink and shivered. O how he loved to hate this drink. After a while he spoke;
"So, this group you've been telling me about," he began in hushed tones "What's it called?"
"LycanFang" Shadow and Thadei said at the same time.
* * *
"This Vampire-Lycan alliance is a disgrace," Brysin said to Safiria. "We vampires will become a laughing stock if it becomes general knowledge that vampires are siding with werewolves. Queen Safiria, we must do something about them."
Safiria stared down at Brysin her eyes filled with disgust "And since when did we care what mortals thought of us? Anyway this kind of thing has happened many times before. They will fade away with time. You dare talk to me on such matters when we are currently fighting the dogs?! Leave my presence." Brysin walked out sulkily even if the Queen disagreed with him. Something must be done.
Constantine prowled along the battle ground taking out any vampire that dared to challenge him, unlike that leech queen Safiria. As he fought on the battle field, he saw a group of three vampires take out a single wolf. "Cowards!" he screamed as he charged at the group, the instinctual hatred being released on the vampires. He wiped them all out, but not before one of them managed to bite his wrist. He stared at the two small holes in horror and for the first time in his life, fled the battle field.
Without their leader the wolves were in disarray, and unlike the vampires they didn't have a complex tactic and were simply following orders. The vampires completely destroyed them until there wasn't a single werewolf spared, and decapitated the heads of the dead lycans and took them back to their castles as war trophies.
Shadow, Thadei and The Vampire talked for several hours, and afterwards they went off to each of their next destinations. Shadow went to the Lycanfang base, Thadei headed to recruit like-minded vampires/werewolves, and The Vampire went to his parent's house. He strolled along to the house, ignoring the attacking maggots and bats as he walked in and was greeted by his mother
"Hello, son." Safiria said.
Brysin had travelled along way for a very important meeting. A meeting with death. he walked through the forest not knowing where to look but knowing he would find Death. Suddenly there was a large bang and a laugh "BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! That was a great one! HEHEHE...ok, you win. I will return chuckles to this world."
Brysin ran to the commotion and saw Death speaking to a random hero; probably a member of the Save Chuckles Movement. He waited till the hero had left and then walked out of the shadows.
"Death," he began. "I have a proposition for you..."
* * *
Shadow, Thadei, Skull undead, The Vampire, Master Sheperd and Verde were standing talking in the Lycanfang base.
"May I ask. Who is 'The Vampire?' Why won't he tell us his real name?" Skull undead asked suspiciously.
"Don't worry, I know him personally. He is not a spy," Shadow replied. "As expected the vampires and werewolves aren't happy with this alliance, but they are too busy fighting each other-"
"Too busy!" Skull undead said. "The vampires have destroyed them on the field! It's only a matter of time before all the werewolves are dead!"
"Why do you say that?" Shadow asked. "They still have their leader."
"Not for long," Master sheperd interrupted. "Everyone saw it happen; some vampire bit Constantine and the all mighty wolf king fled. He'll either mutate into a werepyre or die within the week."
"Werepyre?" Verde asked confused.
"Werepyres," The vampire explained. "Are a cross between Vampire and Werewolf. They are disgraced by both factions and so are banished to the waste land."
"So the lycans have no leader, huh. I'm sure the vampires will take advantage of this but what I have to ask is this, Is the vampires winning going to help us?" Shadow said.
"What do you mean, do you want the war to continue?" Thadei inquired.
"Not at all but if the vampires win the war the struggle will not yet be over - the werewolf gene will live on and without a strong community the werewolves will become like a hunting sport. I think it is in our best interests to continue the war."
"And how would we do that?" The vampire pondered.
"We will need to make a new Werewolf leader" Verde assumed
"Exactly" Shadow responded
"I'm gonna be the one to point this out, all our werewolves are known outcasts. How would we put someone on the Lycan Throne?"
"I have the answer to that." Shadow replied, and then on que a new warrior walked in.
He carried a large glowing blade, and he said nothing. He only tilted his head and smiled.
"Shakimo." they all said simultaneously.
After the end of Brysin's proposal Death only sighed. "You warriors, I practically give you immortality and you still want more. The answer is no. My execution squad will not help you; I see no reason to kill them...yet. None of them have broken my laws...but since you seem so convinced about this I will make a small agreement. I will tell my execution squad to remove them... if you bring me the head of Constantine-"
"Easy!" Brysin exclaimed, glee spreading across his face, a rare occurance.
"Let me finish... If you bring me the head of Constantine, the Blade of Shakimo-"
"Ridiculous!"
"I'm still not finished... and the Heart of Safiria."
Brysin was silent for several minutes. "Will anything else suffice?"
"No."
"...How long do I have?"
"One month."
"Ok."
"Oh, and Brysin I will take your immortal soul if you fail."
Death didn't even give him a chance to reply, as Death had already returned to its domain.
"Sir, the wolves are becoming impatient - if you don't do something there will be mutiny!"
"Is that a threat?" Constantine spat.
"Not at all sir; all I'm saying is that if there is a mutiny don't expect me to side with you."
Constantine growled then sighed. "I'm dying," he admitted. "that blasted vampire bit me"
Faopaw's eyes widened with surprise and he quickly left the cave.
* * *
Brysin sat in his study room when he was summoned by Safiria. He went to her instantly. He stood before her for several minutes before she spoke. "I told you they were unimportant."
"What do you mean?" Brysin said faking innocence.
"Don't even try that." Her voice was searing with rage.
"Try what, your Highness? You know I would never disobey you."
Safiria punched him in the face so hard he was launched across the room and smashed into the wall. She then threw two Misericorde de Nyx directly at his shoulders. Brysin screamed out in agony "Damn you!” he screamed but Safiria only laughed "If I was you I would have chosen different last words." She then opened her mouth, revealing her fangs, and drained Brysin of his immortal soul - an ability possessed only by the Queen of Vampires.
Shakimo strolled along the lycan caves, the sound of wolves howling loud, and he smiled. they knew what he had come to do and clearly welcomed him. They acknowledge the weakness of their own leader, he thought to himself.
"Constantine, you leechy bitch! I'm back!"
The large werewolf prowled out his gold hair thining. "Shakimo. I knew this day would come."
Shakimo bellowed with laughter. "Shut your vampire loving mouth and fight!" Suddenly Constantine's eyes blazed a bright violet, and he yelped in pain and fell to the cold muddy ground.
The transformation was beginning.
Shadow sat on the tip of guardian tower waiting. She had been waiting for 5 hours now and still nothing. With a sigh she gave up and jumped down only to be kicked in mid-air.
"Shadow!" the figure yelled. "Sorry i'm late, the army will be here soon!"
"Army?" Shadow said, confused.
"Oh come now," Sold Out said grinning. "You know exactly which army."
Shakimo halted in surprise at the transformation, yes he knew it would happen but seeing it infront of his eyes shocked him all the same, it took less then seven seconds for him to regain his composure and just in time at that, the transformation was over and Constantine was charging at him, enjoying the combination of vampire and werewolf strength but Constantine new powers were not enough for him to have the upper hand Shakimo charged through the air like a bolt of lightning slicing of one of Constantine's newly formed wings, the wolf kind screeched in pain cause some of the rebel wolves to flinch at the sight. Shakimo eyes flared with an old rage. "Shame you wont die a martyr!" he screamed "It's what you always wanted for others!" He positioned himself into a formal stance and attacked Constantine with a frenzy of rapid attacks. Nothing remained of the old wolf king.
Shakimo raised his blood covered blade and howled, quickly followed by the howls of his new followers!
Shadow hovered stationary as the last of the army arrived "Avo," she said annoyed "Your late. as always."
Avo glared at her and ignored the comment. "Aaaaaaanyway" Sold out began "We have some werewolves to fight!" The whole army cheered at that. "Wrong." Shadow corrected. "We're fighting the vampires" silence followed swiftly "what?" someone in said horrified "But...but..we will be slaughtered. you saw what happened to the last army of werewolves...."
Sold out grinned "Ah. But this time we will have someone worth a hundred werewolf armies..."
"Who?" Avo demanded, out of no where and clearly on que Shakimo appeared
A large sonic boom occurred as Death arrived in the dimension of the living The mortals are gathering It thought to it self Finnaly something exciting in this boring realm I thought it would happen by itself but that blasted Brysin had to go and die...I'll have a little fun my self then... The force known as Death took the form of a mortal and traveled to Battleon
Artix was at the annual meeting of sillyness, hosted by Cysero, when suddenly he shivered in the old Swordhaven Inn "Fabian has returned" Artix told the group solemnly
"Impossible! Fabian is dead." Robina proclaimed
"Exactly." Warlic responded "His return could shatter the fabric of time and space itself"
"Hey, is the a police box?" Cysero said looking out of the window
"No more doctor who references" Galanoth said exasperated "we've all had more than enough for a millennium."
"Hmp." Cysero said annoyed "Fine. Well im going back to my meeting with the ghostbusters!"
"Cysero!" Galanoth yelled
"Enough arguing guys, we are going to get some serious help with this" Zhoom said calmly
"Who you gone call..." Cysero murmured.
Safiria strolled outside her castle and was greeted by several dark casters and druids "What do you people want..." Safiria said suspiciously "We have come to warn you" The head druid said "Shakimo has returned along with Fabian."
"They are working together?!" Safiria said horrified
"Of course not." One of the dark casters interrupted "But they both hold a strong vendetta against you and we thought you would be in need of our...services" Safiria was quiet for a moment then spoke briefly "Do what you need to do." Was all she said then returned to her castle.
Fabian stopped his approach to Battleon and sniffed the air "Golden ones" He murmured it was less than a second before he had teleported to the group of them they all collapsed in his presence has his mana level was dense enough to crush objects near by
"Wh...what? how...did...you...get..so...strong" Artix gasped
"Mana...so...dense...can't...speak...infull...sentences..." Cysero said before collapsing unconscious
Fabian only smiled, grabbed robina's and zhoom's semi-conscious bodies and left
The Darkovia War
The full moon illuminated the Darkovia forest; the only sounds to be heard were constant low growling and the flapping of wings. Bat wings. Both the Vampires and Lycans had long since been preparing for this battle. Both sides were, as always, convinced they could destroy the other. The lycan ranks had increased due to hundreds of newborns and the same of the vampires.
The vampires morphed into war-form and the lycans morphed into Full-Moon-Wolf.
The Vampires struck the first blow by a side flank attack taking out many lycans. The Werewolves responded by charging straight at the vampire army, but the vampires had been expecting this and were prepared. The Vampire Frontline charged. War cries from both parties were heard throughout all of lore.
Half a mile away a lone vampire strolled along in Swordhaven. He had been banished for refusing to fight pointlessly. He walked into an inn and was greeted by the always-smiling Artix and Robina (who he suspected were dating). He stared out of the window and then sighed deeply, strolled upstairs and walked into room 3, which as always was very busy - he barely managed to squeeze through the crowds - but finally reached the two warriors he'd been looking for - Shadow and Thadei. They were like him in away, he thought to himself, tired of the pointless fighting.
He sat down with them and ordered three glasses of moglinberry juice. He sipped the cold drink and shivered. O how he loved to hate this drink. After a while he spoke;
"So, this group you've been telling me about," he began in hushed tones "What's it called?"
"LycanFang" Shadow and Thadei said at the same time.
* * *
"This Vampire-Lycan alliance is a disgrace," Brysin said to Safiria. "We vampires will become a laughing stock if it becomes general knowledge that vampires are siding with werewolves. Queen Safiria, we must do something about them."
Safiria stared down at Brysin her eyes filled with disgust "And since when did we care what mortals thought of us? Anyway this kind of thing has happened many times before. They will fade away with time. You dare talk to me on such matters when we are currently fighting the dogs?! Leave my presence." Brysin walked out sulkily even if the Queen disagreed with him. Something must be done.
Constantine prowled along the battle ground taking out any vampire that dared to challenge him, unlike that leech queen Safiria. As he fought on the battle field, he saw a group of three vampires take out a single wolf. "Cowards!" he screamed as he charged at the group, the instinctual hatred being released on the vampires. He wiped them all out, but not before one of them managed to bite his wrist. He stared at the two small holes in horror and for the first time in his life, fled the battle field.
Without their leader the wolves were in disarray, and unlike the vampires they didn't have a complex tactic and were simply following orders. The vampires completely destroyed them until there wasn't a single werewolf spared, and decapitated the heads of the dead lycans and took them back to their castles as war trophies.
Shadow, Thadei and The Vampire talked for several hours, and afterwards they went off to each of their next destinations. Shadow went to the Lycanfang base, Thadei headed to recruit like-minded vampires/werewolves, and The Vampire went to his parent's house. He strolled along to the house, ignoring the attacking maggots and bats as he walked in and was greeted by his mother
"Hello, son." Safiria said.
Brysin had travelled along way for a very important meeting. A meeting with death. he walked through the forest not knowing where to look but knowing he would find Death. Suddenly there was a large bang and a laugh "BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! That was a great one! HEHEHE...ok, you win. I will return chuckles to this world."
Brysin ran to the commotion and saw Death speaking to a random hero; probably a member of the Save Chuckles Movement. He waited till the hero had left and then walked out of the shadows.
"Death," he began. "I have a proposition for you..."
* * *
Shadow, Thadei, Skull undead, The Vampire, Master Sheperd and Verde were standing talking in the Lycanfang base.
"May I ask. Who is 'The Vampire?' Why won't he tell us his real name?" Skull undead asked suspiciously.
"Don't worry, I know him personally. He is not a spy," Shadow replied. "As expected the vampires and werewolves aren't happy with this alliance, but they are too busy fighting each other-"
"Too busy!" Skull undead said. "The vampires have destroyed them on the field! It's only a matter of time before all the werewolves are dead!"
"Why do you say that?" Shadow asked. "They still have their leader."
"Not for long," Master sheperd interrupted. "Everyone saw it happen; some vampire bit Constantine and the all mighty wolf king fled. He'll either mutate into a werepyre or die within the week."
"Werepyre?" Verde asked confused.
"Werepyres," The vampire explained. "Are a cross between Vampire and Werewolf. They are disgraced by both factions and so are banished to the waste land."
"So the lycans have no leader, huh. I'm sure the vampires will take advantage of this but what I have to ask is this, Is the vampires winning going to help us?" Shadow said.
"What do you mean, do you want the war to continue?" Thadei inquired.
"Not at all but if the vampires win the war the struggle will not yet be over - the werewolf gene will live on and without a strong community the werewolves will become like a hunting sport. I think it is in our best interests to continue the war."
"And how would we do that?" The vampire pondered.
"We will need to make a new Werewolf leader" Verde assumed
"Exactly" Shadow responded
"I'm gonna be the one to point this out, all our werewolves are known outcasts. How would we put someone on the Lycan Throne?"
"I have the answer to that." Shadow replied, and then on que a new warrior walked in.
He carried a large glowing blade, and he said nothing. He only tilted his head and smiled.
"Shakimo." they all said simultaneously.
After the end of Brysin's proposal Death only sighed. "You warriors, I practically give you immortality and you still want more. The answer is no. My execution squad will not help you; I see no reason to kill them...yet. None of them have broken my laws...but since you seem so convinced about this I will make a small agreement. I will tell my execution squad to remove them... if you bring me the head of Constantine-"
"Easy!" Brysin exclaimed, glee spreading across his face, a rare occurance.
"Let me finish... If you bring me the head of Constantine, the Blade of Shakimo-"
"Ridiculous!"
"I'm still not finished... and the Heart of Safiria."
Brysin was silent for several minutes. "Will anything else suffice?"
"No."
"...How long do I have?"
"One month."
"Ok."
"Oh, and Brysin I will take your immortal soul if you fail."
Death didn't even give him a chance to reply, as Death had already returned to its domain.
"Sir, the wolves are becoming impatient - if you don't do something there will be mutiny!"
"Is that a threat?" Constantine spat.
"Not at all sir; all I'm saying is that if there is a mutiny don't expect me to side with you."
Constantine growled then sighed. "I'm dying," he admitted. "that blasted vampire bit me"
Faopaw's eyes widened with surprise and he quickly left the cave.
* * *
Brysin sat in his study room when he was summoned by Safiria. He went to her instantly. He stood before her for several minutes before she spoke. "I told you they were unimportant."
"What do you mean?" Brysin said faking innocence.
"Don't even try that." Her voice was searing with rage.
"Try what, your Highness? You know I would never disobey you."
Safiria punched him in the face so hard he was launched across the room and smashed into the wall. She then threw two Misericorde de Nyx directly at his shoulders. Brysin screamed out in agony "Damn you!” he screamed but Safiria only laughed "If I was you I would have chosen different last words." She then opened her mouth, revealing her fangs, and drained Brysin of his immortal soul - an ability possessed only by the Queen of Vampires.
Shakimo strolled along the lycan caves, the sound of wolves howling loud, and he smiled. they knew what he had come to do and clearly welcomed him. They acknowledge the weakness of their own leader, he thought to himself.
"Constantine, you leechy bitch! I'm back!"
The large werewolf prowled out his gold hair thining. "Shakimo. I knew this day would come."
Shakimo bellowed with laughter. "Shut your vampire loving mouth and fight!" Suddenly Constantine's eyes blazed a bright violet, and he yelped in pain and fell to the cold muddy ground.
The transformation was beginning.
Shadow sat on the tip of guardian tower waiting. She had been waiting for 5 hours now and still nothing. With a sigh she gave up and jumped down only to be kicked in mid-air.
"Shadow!" the figure yelled. "Sorry i'm late, the army will be here soon!"
"Army?" Shadow said, confused.
"Oh come now," Sold Out said grinning. "You know exactly which army."
Shakimo halted in surprise at the transformation, yes he knew it would happen but seeing it infront of his eyes shocked him all the same, it took less then seven seconds for him to regain his composure and just in time at that, the transformation was over and Constantine was charging at him, enjoying the combination of vampire and werewolf strength but Constantine new powers were not enough for him to have the upper hand Shakimo charged through the air like a bolt of lightning slicing of one of Constantine's newly formed wings, the wolf kind screeched in pain cause some of the rebel wolves to flinch at the sight. Shakimo eyes flared with an old rage. "Shame you wont die a martyr!" he screamed "It's what you always wanted for others!" He positioned himself into a formal stance and attacked Constantine with a frenzy of rapid attacks. Nothing remained of the old wolf king.
Shakimo raised his blood covered blade and howled, quickly followed by the howls of his new followers!
Shadow hovered stationary as the last of the army arrived "Avo," she said annoyed "Your late. as always."
Avo glared at her and ignored the comment. "Aaaaaaanyway" Sold out began "We have some werewolves to fight!" The whole army cheered at that. "Wrong." Shadow corrected. "We're fighting the vampires" silence followed swiftly "what?" someone in said horrified "But...but..we will be slaughtered. you saw what happened to the last army of werewolves...."
Sold out grinned "Ah. But this time we will have someone worth a hundred werewolf armies..."
"Who?" Avo demanded, out of no where and clearly on que Shakimo appeared
A large sonic boom occurred as Death arrived in the dimension of the living The mortals are gathering It thought to it self Finnaly something exciting in this boring realm I thought it would happen by itself but that blasted Brysin had to go and die...I'll have a little fun my self then... The force known as Death took the form of a mortal and traveled to Battleon
Artix was at the annual meeting of sillyness, hosted by Cysero, when suddenly he shivered in the old Swordhaven Inn "Fabian has returned" Artix told the group solemnly
"Impossible! Fabian is dead." Robina proclaimed
"Exactly." Warlic responded "His return could shatter the fabric of time and space itself"
"Hey, is the a police box?" Cysero said looking out of the window
"No more doctor who references" Galanoth said exasperated "we've all had more than enough for a millennium."
"Hmp." Cysero said annoyed "Fine. Well im going back to my meeting with the ghostbusters!"
"Cysero!" Galanoth yelled
"Enough arguing guys, we are going to get some serious help with this" Zhoom said calmly
"Who you gone call..." Cysero murmured.
Safiria strolled outside her castle and was greeted by several dark casters and druids "What do you people want..." Safiria said suspiciously "We have come to warn you" The head druid said "Shakimo has returned along with Fabian."
"They are working together?!" Safiria said horrified
"Of course not." One of the dark casters interrupted "But they both hold a strong vendetta against you and we thought you would be in need of our...services" Safiria was quiet for a moment then spoke briefly "Do what you need to do." Was all she said then returned to her castle.
Fabian stopped his approach to Battleon and sniffed the air "Golden ones" He murmured it was less than a second before he had teleported to the group of them they all collapsed in his presence has his mana level was dense enough to crush objects near by
"Wh...what? how...did...you...get..so...strong" Artix gasped
"Mana...so...dense...can't...speak...infull...sentences..." Cysero said before collapsing unconscious
Fabian only smiled, grabbed robina's and zhoom's semi-conscious bodies and left
Last edited by Mezkiel on Tue Mar 29, 2011 2:33 am; edited 8 times in total (Reason for editing : Story update.)
