Post by Admin on Nov 4, 2008 21:17:21 GMT -5
Far away, in a dense forest, on a foggy, winter night, stood a man. He was not a normal man, though he looked no different. His hair was shaggy and brown, his eyes the color of copper. Even though he crouched behind the large oak tree, it was easy to see he had to be at least six feet tall. He was draped in a dark roquelaure, black as night, just like the clothes underneath. He seemed to be searching for something, hunting almost.
There was a rustling in the brush in front of him. His crouch stiffened as he readied himself to launch. A few seconds later, the shrubs seemed to produce a massive wolf, the size of a horse. His dark gray fur was bristling down his back. A growl was emitted from somewhere deep inside of him.
You must morph back, I can't understand you. said the first man.
Another growl was made, but not as fierce. Shaking his shaggy head, the wolf stood up on it's hind legs, and shook out his body. Instantly, the werewolf took on a reddish tint, as the muzzle shrank back to reveal a human face. The ears shrinking to their original locations. The enormous paws contracted to form two large hands and two large feet. Just as quickly as it started it finished, and standing in front of the first man, was a second.
His gray hair glistened in the moonlight that now escaped through the tree branches. He looked much older then the first man, but he was equally matched in height and build. The second man's body was thick and muscular, easy to tell due to the fact that he had no shirt on. He took a step forward, then stepped back thinking better of it.
You stick vampire...
Well you ain't a cup of tea yourself...
OK, I'm here, what do you want Darren? said the scruffy werewolf as he stretched.
I want to talk to you Shan, this war isn't helping either of us. said Darren stepping closer to the retreating wolf.
Duh, you act like I want it to happen. Our for fathers started it, and if they catch us talking, then we might as well be dead. retorted Shan.
I know we didn't start it, but we can finish it. Tomorrow we become the rulers of our races and together we can fight to stop this war. Make it illegal for vampires to kill werewolves and vice versa. What do you think? asked a hopeful vampire.
I'll see what I can do, but I can't offer you any promises McCormick.
Understandable, but thank you none the less.
Much to everyone's pleasure, the two men did become the rulers of their race. Darren McCormick was dubbed All Mighty Ruler of the Vampire Race, and Shan was dubbed the King of Werewolves. Their first order of business was to end the fighting between the two nations.
It took many years to reach a compromise from both sides. One thing become clear, that neither race was allowed to kill the other. It would be penalized by death...
There were several other laws made. The major one was, even though they were united, they were still separate, so each stayed in it's own race, and the law just emphasized it.
Many years passed in quiet solitude. Each man moving on with their lives now that the war was over. The nations prospered, and grew to surrounding areas, doubling in those few years.
Darren was now married to Sarah McCormick. Shan off in his own little world. Everything was perfect, until on night.
400 years after the treaty was signed it was broken. On a dare, a young werewolf trespassed onto the McCormick's land. His mission was to fetch the necklace around the newborn, Anthony McCormick's neck.
Upon entering the room, he was overwhelmed with the stench of vampire, wich made him stumble into the crib, knocking the baby over. Within seconds Sarah was at his throat, screaming like a banshee. The young wolf tried to protect himself, guarding his neck from the crazed vampire.
As he kicked out, he hit the cradle, causing Anthony to cry. In the split second it took for Sarah to look away, he reached up and grabbed her around the throat. As his large hand squeezed tighter as she clawed at him, though her efforts were futile. Slowly she turned blue, and died in his hands.
There was a rustling in the brush in front of him. His crouch stiffened as he readied himself to launch. A few seconds later, the shrubs seemed to produce a massive wolf, the size of a horse. His dark gray fur was bristling down his back. A growl was emitted from somewhere deep inside of him.
You must morph back, I can't understand you. said the first man.
Another growl was made, but not as fierce. Shaking his shaggy head, the wolf stood up on it's hind legs, and shook out his body. Instantly, the werewolf took on a reddish tint, as the muzzle shrank back to reveal a human face. The ears shrinking to their original locations. The enormous paws contracted to form two large hands and two large feet. Just as quickly as it started it finished, and standing in front of the first man, was a second.
His gray hair glistened in the moonlight that now escaped through the tree branches. He looked much older then the first man, but he was equally matched in height and build. The second man's body was thick and muscular, easy to tell due to the fact that he had no shirt on. He took a step forward, then stepped back thinking better of it.
You stick vampire...
Well you ain't a cup of tea yourself...
OK, I'm here, what do you want Darren? said the scruffy werewolf as he stretched.
I want to talk to you Shan, this war isn't helping either of us. said Darren stepping closer to the retreating wolf.
Duh, you act like I want it to happen. Our for fathers started it, and if they catch us talking, then we might as well be dead. retorted Shan.
I know we didn't start it, but we can finish it. Tomorrow we become the rulers of our races and together we can fight to stop this war. Make it illegal for vampires to kill werewolves and vice versa. What do you think? asked a hopeful vampire.
I'll see what I can do, but I can't offer you any promises McCormick.
Understandable, but thank you none the less.
Much to everyone's pleasure, the two men did become the rulers of their race. Darren McCormick was dubbed All Mighty Ruler of the Vampire Race, and Shan was dubbed the King of Werewolves. Their first order of business was to end the fighting between the two nations.
It took many years to reach a compromise from both sides. One thing become clear, that neither race was allowed to kill the other. It would be penalized by death...
There were several other laws made. The major one was, even though they were united, they were still separate, so each stayed in it's own race, and the law just emphasized it.
Many years passed in quiet solitude. Each man moving on with their lives now that the war was over. The nations prospered, and grew to surrounding areas, doubling in those few years.
Darren was now married to Sarah McCormick. Shan off in his own little world. Everything was perfect, until on night.
400 years after the treaty was signed it was broken. On a dare, a young werewolf trespassed onto the McCormick's land. His mission was to fetch the necklace around the newborn, Anthony McCormick's neck.
Upon entering the room, he was overwhelmed with the stench of vampire, wich made him stumble into the crib, knocking the baby over. Within seconds Sarah was at his throat, screaming like a banshee. The young wolf tried to protect himself, guarding his neck from the crazed vampire.
As he kicked out, he hit the cradle, causing Anthony to cry. In the split second it took for Sarah to look away, he reached up and grabbed her around the throat. As his large hand squeezed tighter as she clawed at him, though her efforts were futile. Slowly she turned blue, and died in his hands.