Battle In The Old Times.

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It was day, the dark clouds covered the bright lit sun. The silence of the desert was disturbed by a massive army force of ten thousand werewovles and lycans moved to a fortress full of vampires. Among those ten thousand, one stood out. His name was Hiro. He was a well known general due to his tactics and fighting ability. But there was a vampiric commander that could matched his wit. They made camp at a tall hill, where they saw the fortress. It looked as if it was impentrable. Before they had taken down three castles and a town with ease. The morale of the men were very high. But some of the wolves seemed uneased as if they were planning something.

"General. It is said that this vampire was made. He was not born into royal right, he probaly is weaker than our weakest slave." said Brutus. "His head will be mounted on the fortess gate at dawn. I can already taste his blood. That and the blood of other vampire. And I will rape every vampiric woman in that fortress as I did in the other castles and towns." Brutus was known for his strength and might. A huge black wolf, in his lycan form, he stood to be 6'11. He as a grim sight to be seen by anyone.

"Now, now. Brutus calm yourself. There is always enough blood to go around." Artimus said. "You always get amped up before a fight. It's amazing your not drunk by now. I mean honestly. If I had a goat or cow every time I saw you drunk or hype up for a fight. I'd own three farms with nothing but animals." The man chuckles giving brutus a pat on the back. He was a red wolf with an ear piercing in his left ear, He stood to be 6'0. Unlike Brutus, he was known for his tracking ability and great speed. He was really the commander of the army of the great Lucian. "Hey Hiro why are we fighting in the dark? Vampires rise then. Wouldn't it be a lot easier if we attack in the day time.

"No..." He said calmly. "Our werewovles are mostly slaves. Not warriors. They are only strong at night. Otherwise they would be creamed by the vampires suduced guardians." He was adding holy oil to his katana and all his weapons, including his teeth. "Yes...Attacking at night would be better for us."

"Well you haven't lead us wrong this far. We will follow you to the end General Hiro." Artimus bowed his head.

Hiro just shrugs and continues polishing his things. "I have a feeling some of our wolves are going to strike a deal with the commander in the fortress soon..."

[deviantdreamer]

Deep beneath the impenetrable fortress, where the light of the harmful sun could never possibly reach, he sat within a study-wide awake when he should have been lost inside his death like sleep. But he was ancient, and as long as he didn’t step outside into the desert, he would survive without any negative effects. He sat across from another, the renowned Commander Drystan, who stroked his own pale jaw, clearly displeased. “Merrick…couldn’t we have waited till the sun set? Its an ungodly hour…” The complaint claim with a near childlike sulk that was unbefitting one of his rank and age because he was quite simply unused to being on the receiving end of being commanded.

A sneer curled Merrick’s sensual mouth, his pale blue gaze as cold as a winter morning. “Pathetic, whimpering fool…” The ancient returned, “Do you think those dogs are taking a break to rest, as they move through the towns and strongholds in succession? Darkness be, man, you’re a commander of might. And yet you act like some pathetic cattle.” There was no hiding the derision in his voice, as he dealt the gravest insult. Cattle were weak, blithering…prey. He implied all of that in a single simple sentence. And insulted or not, it made the other vampire sober.

“Very well…” Drystan responded grudgingly, dark eyes lowering in submission to the other’s intense gaze. Merrick was older by a great deal, and though no one but the ancient himself knew precisely by how much, the commander could tell there differences in strengths were tremendous. He’d never survive against the dark haired, pale eyed vampire should he choose to go against him. As it were, he’d requested him here, when he’d been notified about the army of lycanthropes and werewolves moving across the desert. No one was keener of mind, and if he desired his own vampires to survive…there was no choice but to call upon him for assistance. Not if he desired to win.

His artic gaze watched the other man struggling visibly, as his command was usurped. Merrick didn’t take orders from others, they took orders from him. And this would be no different. That is if Drystan didn’t wish to be left to his fate. “I have heard of there General.” He told the younger vampire after a moment. “It would be idiocy to underestimate him merely because he is lycanthrope…” In his experience, there kind were fierce warriors. If the rumors played to truth, this one was no different. “If you desire survival, I would recommend you remember that.” A long elegant hand drug through his inky hair, while his cruel gaze continued to observe the other, “We have plans to make, youngling…and there will be no rest had until I am properly satisfied.”

Without pause, he leaned forward to withdraw a map from the corner of the man’s desk and spread it out across the vast surface. There they would begin to form a plan, and cross over the areas of the stronghold that were most vulnerable.

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At the fortress.

A slave wolf was thrown before the two vampire commanders. "I am here with information...But you have to promise me that you will spare me and my kind...This fortress is unbeatable. We can't stop you...That Lycan says we can but I know we can't...." He graveled at the commanders feet, kissing it and such. "The surviving wolves promise to serve you in any manner. Please...." He didn't even look the vampires in the eyes. He was too much afraid, that they might kill him. "I will serve....I will serve...Just don't kill me!"

At the camp.

"Night is almost apon us. Get everthing ready." He said waving off the task leaders to do their job. "If the commander knows of me he will come to fear me. I will lead the attack on their strong sides, being the north, east and west side, but I will be stationed on the west of the fortress. They will be too distracted to focus on us. Then Commander Artimus and the fastest Lycans can sneak in and open the gates with very little injuries. But that at most is really simple. And most likey we would be destroyed right?" The men talked in curiousity, what was going on?

"Well now. We have delevoped some bombs...Or what Brutus likes to call exploding thingies." He said with a shrug while Brutus laughs. He continued, "It won't kill the vampires maybe injure them but it will destroy rocks. This is where General Brutus comes in. At the east wing, Brutus will throw the first few exploding thingies. There would be a big explosion attracting alot of the attention. Plus the non-stop attacks. The gate will be opened and then we do what Lycans like to do...Plunder and destroy!" They all howled waiting for the night to come.

[deviantdreamer]

Weakness. It was a most hated, and despised state of being both in himself and in others. He didn't allow it, period. And as the slave wolf before him grovelled and begged, Merrick had the distinct urge to destroy that weakness. His nose curled at the acrid scent of fear and he ground his teeth together briefly. At the very least the beast had the sense to keep his gaze lowered and prostate. "And what information have you to offer, Slave?" He drawled, his voice as cold and cruel as his gaze. Black velvet, magic...his voice could ensnare and enthrall should he choose it. But now, now it simply held the immediate promise of a slow and excrutiating death should he not comply or should the information not prove satisfactory. The wolf dangled in a perilous position.

Drystan watched on with a mild, if not emotionless expression. He wasn't over concerned about the slave lying to them. Because he knew enough about the ancient, to know he would rip into the beast's mind should he sense foul play. A minute shudder ran down his spine. It wasn't pleasant to have your mind torn apart, particularly by someone who didn't care if you were permanently damaged afterward. As it was, however, he had little doubt that this creature would prove to be useful. One way, or another.

Merrick glanced back in his direction, breaking contact from the whimpering slave for a moment, "It is time to begin rousing the others. Do remember what I spoke of....I wish for a regiment at every wall...and one at the main gate, as well as the back gate. Send a group out the back and into the night to flank the enemies from behind. Assure each warrior is laden with silver. I shall deal with this one and find if we have a use for him..." His pale gaze promptly turned back to the other, signalling that his conversation with Drystan was over. And the vampire took the hint promptly, to trail out and begin the immediate preperations.

The ancient's hand lowered to grip the slave wolf's chin, forcing it to lift so his glittering artic gaze met with the other frightened one. "Now...I think you should speak up. If you are of use, you and yours will be spared this day. And do be prudent, I can't abide having my patience tested."

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The slave wolf shook in fear as he felt the grasp of the anicent vampire. As he spoke his voice shook and stammered. "M-my....Liege...I-I..The-The general..." He looked into the cold eyes of the vampire. "The ge-general....Is the vampire eater...." Cries of vampires surge the room. "It's H-Hiro....The lone killer....He is the one who killed some of the other anicents and ate them as spoils of war." He looked down and closed his eyes. "I have seen a remarkable weapon of dustruction...It can be used to destroy this fortress..."

The night was slowly approaching, the moon's luminous light began to shine. The slave wolf began to change, his fear was gone. A loud howl coursed through the room. The army of Lycans began to move. "Let's move!" growled Artimus. He and his task moved swiftly as Hiro's men began to attack. Same with Brutus. "Moving to position General!"

A messenger slave wolf came to Hiro. "General. The fortress has and anient inside and he seems to be very powerful. At this moment his bloodlust to came to him.. "An anicent?" He said with a deep blood thrist. "Their blood is always tasty....."

[deviantdreamer]

Merrick stroked a hand against the side of the slave’s head, not unlike a doting master might bet his loyal dog. Deceivingly gentle and mockingly soothing, it was a sharp contrast to his cold, dominating gaze…threatening at the same time. But never the less, it encouraged as the beast spoke of what information he had to share. One could never be sure, with things given in the heat of terror. And he might have applied that general thought then, had he been torturing the beast. But he wasn’t, and that at the least made things viable. Perhaps he wouldn’t have to rip his mind apart after all. A part of him thought it a pity. It was that part, that delighted in the pain of others. Minds were such a fragile thing, and irreparable once shattered. This one would have been no different.

And Hiro the vampire eater? Oh, he’d heard of him. A wicked smile curled the ancient’s lips, manic and vicious. The expression surprising a passing slave who squeaked in fear and rushed in the opposite direction. That expression didn’t bode well at all. And weapons that could destroy the fort? Interesting. “You’ve been a good pet…” He answered absently. But did that mean he trusted this little offer of information not to be a ruse, fear or not? No. It merely made him more cautious and aware.

Night approached, and the moon shone high over head. Glittering amid the great inky blackness of the dessert like some sort of magnificent gem hung by the gods for all eyes to see. That was when they were all there strongest, all there most powerful. And by that time, the vampires lay in position. As Merrick had commanded Drystan to assure, every wall was guarded…along with the varying gates and entrances. That was an obvious, line of defense really. But protecting the stronghold was not the main goal, rather it was protecting the vampires themselves. Buildings could be rebuilt, but lives could not.

As they’d decided, out the back and under the cover of darkness…a regiment silent disbanded. Every member was laden with silver weaponry, every member given appropriate armor. And on top of that, to avoid the lycanthrope’s sense of smell that would have noticed them the moment they neared, every member had bathed within desert mud created from sand and well water from head to toe so that the smelt of the land rather than vampire. Another of Merrick’s suggestions but one that made sense. There intent was to split up into two groups and flank the other army from the back.

An ambush of sorts. They may have not had any fantastic and destructive weaponry, but Merrick had a bevel of skills that had developed and strengthened over the centuries. And while some had a grave price, he would wield them with ease. “Come Drystan…Battle is in the air. And I will be right in the midst of it. You, you will as well…” The command was given, before the younger vampire could thing of hanging back. Before the ancient used one of his Protean disciplines, Body of Spirit, to transform not only him but the other Commander, and the transforming lycan into a fine mist so that he could move them through the fort at the speed of light. Only to reform center courtyard within there corporal bodies.

Merrick moved from the skill with ease, a manic smile spreading coldly over his features. Drystan and the lycan however, were left with the painful and disorienting effects it brought to those unused to it. Especially considering the slave was not a vampire. None of that mattered to the ancient, but the battle…oh yes, he looked forward to that.

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Hiro

He moved ahead his weapon on his waist, climbing claws on his hands. Anicents were on the menu. His army coming in behind him, a sight to behold, one of the biggest and strongest lycan armies around. He wore light armor with holy oil rubbed on it. Two guards with spears charged at him. But all in vain they were taking down like they were nothing but not killing them. He bit into their necks. "Welcome to the army..." He grin appeared on his face.

He took a mask from one of them and hid his face with it. He began to climb the wall in secret. The catapults began to fire and an unexpected reinforcement of human slaves and Lycans appears. He turn to see them, he could only smile when he saw them. "The Anicents blood will be most tasty with a buffet." A wicked laugh came from his mouth, just thinking of the taste or gormet blood unlocked his lust for blood.

He climbed in unnoticed. Biting the necks of all in his way, the ones that he bit changed sides. Consumed with fear and doubt, all were weak minded. He abandoned his claws and pulled out his holy katana. merely pointing his blade, the new werewolves did as asked. "Lets speed things up open the gate..." They did as asked. Now as the the gate opened, he was ahead of scheule. Moving to the scent of old blood, everything else smelled like the land. With each slash the vampires around him turned to ash, while humans just bled to death. Which increased his lust. "Kill...Kill...Kill..."

Brutus.

"Move what the fuck do you think we are? Fucking vamps?! We're trying to destroy a fortress not herding some goddamn sheep!" He said running with his lycans panting the exploding thingies. "Light the fuse and we will move." A hail of arrows rained down on the Lycans. The lycan with the light was killed "Damn! I have to do everything myself!"

He grabbed the torch and lit the light. "Move!" They ran and changed, now running on all fours to the next destination. All howling with victory. As huge explosion took down the east all with screams of vampire warriors died. "Big fire..." He said with a smile on his face.

[deviantdreamer]

In the rear flanks…

The separate groups of warriors, whose scents had been hidden by the smell of dessert mud, crept unnoticed by the lycanthropes and werewolves through the darkness. It was a dangerous mission, this. And was treated as delicately as an assassination might have been. They moved as one, silent shadows who bore dangerous weaponry to destroy the enemy forces from behind. Carefully they spread out, before they struck all at once. Crossbows, laden with silver that aimed at the back of the heads of nearby wolves. It caused a great ruckus, the attention of the wolves in the back whirling around. Howls of dismay leaving them as another bevy caught them off guard from a different angle. A great thing speed, difficult to keep up with. And when the scents of the attackers were well covered, even more so.

But never did they get out of hand. Not once did they get cocky, or over aggressive. With there bloodlust controlled, they could continue there surprise attacks from all angles. Disappearing into the shadowy darkness, before reappearing else. Like Wraiths, or reapers coming down upon the invading forces. It wasn’t the strength of the attack that made it deadly, but the ingenuity of it. And there willingness to play the part they had in this, at all costs.

On the walls and in the courtyard…

The archers continued there valiant attempts, firing silver laden arrows at the attacking beasts. While others dumped great molten buckets of silver and burning oil upon the invaders. Vampires on the far eastern wall went down not with screams of pain but cries of rage before there bodies turned to ash. The humans were not the only slaves the vampire’s possessed, and neither were the lycanthropes and Werewolves for that matter. There were demons, and shifters, and all the like. Really, they’d use whatever they got there hands on. And having little regard for life, none were safe, save perhaps the breeders they kept hidden away.

Despite the strength and cunning of the General Hiro and his men, they fought valiantly. Refusing to give in, refusing to give up. The night was stained red with death on either sides, and the sound of swords clashing rose to fill the air above the lull of war cries and battle calls. It was yet to be clear who would win, but both sides would fight determinedly. Overhead, near the Eastern wall but not on it, one of the captains would load a great black arrow into his bow, its tip silver and coated with a new specialized poison. He was a skilled male, dangerously so, and no youngling either.

The arrow was notched, then fired in succession at Brutus. With intent upon bringing the giant of a lycan down.

Drystan…

He was a big man, his size matching even some of the wolves. And his strength, though nothing compared to Merrick’s, was impressive. Particularly when combined with the great bastard sword he wielded, with surprising skill and speed. Taking out the enemy forces this way and that. He was a ferocious warrior, fueled with bloodlust and taking down his fair share of things. Blood spattered his tall form, matting his hair and clinging to every part of him.

Especially skilled in telekinesis, it took nothing to toss the massive lycanthropes this way and that with a mere push of his mind. Throwing them into there own men, and into walls. His other skill was mind control, and while it couldn’t be used at mass. All it took was to grab one with a giant meaty hand, before Drystan was able to force his mind into the other. With ease he had the enemy warrior turned upon his own comrades.

Merrick…

Sweet violence. It poured through his blood and pulsed within his body as surely as a sweet release might have. His pale blue eyes glittered madly, as he descended into the thrall of enemy soldiers rushing into the stronghold. He didn’t care about the building, and he barely cared about those he’d came to assist. No, right now he cared about the destruction he could cause. In one hand resided a long glittering silver blade, that he wielded with unearthly skills. Cutting through those he came across. His free hand thrust right through the coated armor of one soldier, never mind the burn of the holy water. It could badly wound him if he got enough of a dose, but at that rate…it merely left faint burns upon his skin that would heal within a few moments as long as it didn‘t get to badly in his system. The hand that had been thrust into the creatures armor went right into his chest to remove his beating heart and crush it within his palm before he moved onto the next.

Blood spattered his pale features, as did gore and a number of other things. While his cold sadistic laughter rose amid the howls and battle cries. He dodged one lycanthrope, thrust his blade through the chest of a human slave, and continued to kill anything that got within reach. And he’d not even opened his bag of tricks yet. The numerous powers that only an ancient would have been able to master.

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Hiro

Two smells came to his nose. Two anicents? All the better. He howls to taunt his enemy hoping they would come to him. But it wasn't the case. He moved around with his holy blade cutting every unholy bastard that came to him. Eating a demon or vampire to keep himself refreshed as he searched for these tasty meals. A soldier lunged at him, at a feeble attempt to take out the lycan general. The sword was made of silver. "For Drystan and and the Vampirian empire!" He soldier yelled.

He side stepped casually and knocked out the soldiers sword. Then quickly he grabbed his throat. "A feeble attempt. You should of wished you wer e a lycan right now..." He said coldly. He snapped the soldiers neck and ripped his throat out. The blood gushed everywhere and all over his hand. He licked his hand tasting the blood. "A hybrid...Tsk...Tsk...." He continued his walk, placing his hand on the wall wiping the blood all over the wall as he walked. Closing to his target, the first anicent...Drystan.

Brutus.

He set the second explosive, using his senses, he heard an arrow coming at him. He picked up a dead body to block the arrow. "Fucking A! That was close!" Then ran off, the second bomb exploded, with Brutus at a good distance away. A laugh full of hate and blood lust was relased from his lips. "Hey where's Artimus?"

[deviantdreamer]

In the rear flanks….

The shadowy vampires hidden within the cloak of night and the scent of desert mud continued to take out the enemy forces. Attack wave after wave, with determination to thin out the countless soldiers attacking there fortress. Some were killed, much like there brethren within the strong hold, but they were in far better shape considering the secretive nature of there attacks. It was never about the size of the army but the simple way the army was used, and the tactics that came with them. Any idiot could command an army, but it took a mastermind to command them successfully. And they proved it again and again and again. Cutting through Hiro’s army like a knife through butter.

Upon the walls and in the courtyard…

They continued to rain down attacks as best they could. There arrows whistled through the night, as they sought out the enemy below. There deadly silver laden blades taking out wolves left and right, even as there own fellow archers were taken out. Likewise, in the courtyard, the warriors fought valiantly. Determination and driving need and bloodlust surged through there cold veins. Vampires were naturally as violent as the wolves, and the clash between them was a fearsome one. Despite the way that they were taken down one by one by one.

Drystan…

He had been fighting ferociously. Swinging the great bastard sword with the sort of skill few people had with a shorter blade. Drystan was a ferocious vampire, his lip curled into a snarl. A great menace, with glinting fangs and madly glinting eyes. But even as Hiro began to approach he noticed him. He was obvious and unable to be missed. And the vampire curled his lip in a sneer, forgetting that Merrick had demanded he not underestimate the enemy general. Old and strong he might have been, but not ancient. Not like the dark haired cruelty that was currently cutting his way through the enemy. His greatest strength was in fact that he was able to lead so many with ease.

“Lycan…” He snarled, twirling the blade. Drystan knew there was a chance he would die, but he would go down fighting. And he wouldn’t be a simple push over like the others. Hiro would actually have to try to beat him. Or at least make a minor effort.

Merrick…

He hadn’t even bothered using his disciplines on the rabble. Hands and blade and fang were his weapons at the moment, and he tore through them as they crossed his path. The ancient had focused in on Brutus, a manic smile crossing his features. Pale blue eyes glittered wildly, blood lust making then glow like artic moons. Merrick wretched one in half, gore and guts and a variety of other things spraying him and those around him. The mess clung to his dark hair, and to his pale skin. And he delighted in that, the knowledge of another’s agony. Another’s glorious pain. Absolutely delicious, that.

Ducking around the side of a vampire, he was without warning at the large blood thirsty male’s side before he could run off again. His fist, in that one moment, slammed into Brutus’s side. Hard enough it would not only shatter metal, hard enough…it would break bones and damage insides. If it hit right. If not, it would merely stun the big lycanthrope and he would have to fight the beast. Either way, he was pleased.

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Inside the back of the castle:

Artimus

He fought through the rear with ease. The vampires were too busy dying to focus their full defenses. This one event will ring their names as the first Lycans to destroy and conquer the unbeatable castle. This hung in his shoulders. He three other lycan and thirty slaves ran to the middle of the castle. With very little oppersition.

They made it to the middle. He entered a chamber where the most damage would do. And he set the explosives He had about a minute before it blew. But he heard a small fight happening. Probaly a fight with some guards. He walked out to see his fellow lycans dead on the ground with wolves surrounding him!

"They promised us freedom! We will finally have peace that we deserve!" Cried a werewolf. With the others agreeing. He knew at this point he couldn't fight back or talk his way out of this and ran the other direction, towards the explosives. The werewolves on his tail. He grabbed a torch as he ran anfd threw at the explosives. Then turned to the werewolves.

He let out a howl, to let his brothers, Hiro and Brutus, know that he will die. After the howl he shouted. "Traitors! For my brothers!!" The huge explosion killed him and everyone around him. Artimus....Has fallen....Hopefully not in vain.

Hiro

He smiled ads he walked to the anicent. "Drystan..." He whispered quietly. "Will your death be swift or slow..." He then heard Artimus's howl. Without showing his feelings. "Artimus....." He looked up slowly. His eyes blood red. "Your death will be slow...." He said walking and swinging his sword. In normall eyes it was slow, but in the eyes of skilled fighters, it was extremely fast. But could of beem easily blocked , but that is what he wanted. The holy water would sprinkle all over the vampire, if he didn't notice it.

Brutus

He hears the howl of death then sees the explosion. "Artim-!!" He shouted and cut off by the second anicent. He flew as he was punchby the great vampre."You....Your Merrick...." He said holding his ribs. He felt paralyzed. "Shit." He stood and roared at the vampire. "I am a wolf! I fear no blood sucking bat!" He said charging at the vampire, throwing his clawes wildly.

In the rear flank.

"What the hell?! Signal the alarm! Were under attack!"