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They ran through the trees barely touching the ground, a bunch of blurred shapes running in a triangular pattern some how avoiding the intercepting trees in their path. “Sir the target has stopped shall we terminate her?” Telepathic communication, one of the best perks of being a lycan or as it is commonly known as, werewolf. One of the blurry figures that were the point of this formation nodded. The hunting pack of fifteen spread out to immediately find themselves looking at a shivering figure that was clothed in tattered garments. Stupid rouge bloodsucker was what many of them thought as they looked down at the target. She huddling against a tree and tears were pouring down her face. Crock, the leader of the hunting pack, looked at the little girl almost feeling pity, but at that small moment of pity however, his half brother Hunter growled and broke the vampire’s neck with a lunge of his tail. They all had one similar to his. The strong stench coming off of the little girl must have aggravated him. To lycans, the stench of a vampire is slightly above the smell of rotting garbage. Being half lycan like Hunter makes the vampire stench several times stronger. Crock clicked his tongue at his brother’s act of violence and said, “Nice job brother. Claw you stay and burn its remains while the rest of us return to the castle. My brother and I will report to the queen.” With that he turned away from the scene as Claw, another lycan removes from his belt a small pouch and a kindle box. Crock found that the other lycans of the hunting pack had already sprinted into the forest. The vampire that they were hunting did not make it that far from the main castle so it took only a few minutes for them to return to it. As soon as Crock joined his fellow lycans in front of the castle his nose was filled with a burning stench that made his stomach curdle and clouded my thoughts. As his eyes started to water he plunged his hand into a large pouch hanging at his belt and brought out a pair of nose plugs to ward off the stench. Plugging his nose he looked up to see the other lycans with their nose plugs in place. They all were awaiting the gates to open. Looking back towards the forest Crock could see a plume of black smoke rising as Claw took care of the young bloodsucker. Finally the gates opened and a middle-aged vampire stood behind it holding the doorknob. Like most vampires his skin was perfect. Sometimes the vampires stand so still we can’t even tell if they are alive. For the lycans Living among them is a challenge. At that moment Claw appears still putting away his kindle box. As the lycans entered the building, Crock and Hunter split away from the small group and headed towards the beginning of a spiraling staircase to give their report to the queen. As they started up the marble stair way, the other lycans made their way through a arch shaped door way and stepped out towards a courtyard of some sort. The duo quickly scaled the seemingly never-ending stairway. Eventually they came to the top floor where a large closed door draped with silk and other fibers stood. Breathing in deeply Hunter was the one that stepped forward and opened the majestic door that belonged to Queen Luna’s throne room. Both of the brothers then strode in the throne room and took a knee a few feet from where the queen sat on her throne. Queen Luna was known throughout these lands as a creature of beauty. Ever since the first night she descended into this world she has not aged a bit. Her pitch-black hair flows down her back and it is said that if you stare into it for too long you will lose your sanity. Her skin is so pale that you can clearly see that she just consumed blood. Her delicate face makes her look innocent and weak but in fact she single handedly herself took down an entire empire. Several decades ago lycans were the ruling population of the nearby lands. Then man soon sailed to the small continent that the lycans at the time called home and set up colonies. They soon competed with the lycans in a range of sports. Lycans proved to be superior to them and we lived side by side happily for many months, or until Luna came. It was a full moon the night she appeared. Hunter, Claw, and Crock were newborns along with a dozen other lycans. On that night a new creature appeared in their lands. She started to terrorize the human colonies until the men of those small towns asked for the lycans assistance. When hunters were sent out to kill it they never returned. Eventually the lycans lost word with the human colonies and feared to send out search parties. In fact the creatures came to them. There was dozens of them. Only two actually took part in the following battle. One was a monster. He charged our defenses and no matter how many times we attacked him he would not fall. He is known as Ares the war general of the vampires. When we finally started to wear him down the second one of the pair approached the lycan soldiers. The lycan soldiers hesitated because she was female and looked young. That was the lycan empires downfall. Instead of taking the creature down they let it approach them. At that point the two creatures that came to be known as vampires slew all of the lycans defenses then invaded the castle and slew every mature lycan they could fine. Then coming upon the nursery the female vampire declared Crock and his siblings her property and the creatures took the castle and made it theirs. Crock snapped out of this recollection of memories as Luna spoke in her monotone voice. “Did you take care of the runaway”? Crock sighed and took a step forward rising from his knee. “Yes Ma’am. No resistance. I believe though that the Vampanzee that have been spotted in the area were the ones that convinced her to leave.” And at that moment Luna turned her head and gave me a cold questioning look. “So what? She left all the same even if her reasons are just or not. All deserters must be killed immediately if I am to uphold my awesome image. I thank you how ever for saving my people the time and work to track her down. You may leave.” With a flick of her hand, the young guards standing at the door opened it and waited for Crock and Hunter to turn tails and walk out the majestic throne room, descending back down the stairs slowly and solemnly this time. As the brothers finally saw the entrance to the large clearing that took up the actual middle part of the castle, they bumped into Ares the war lord who was probably heading up to give Luna a report about his unknown whereabouts. The large towering brute has not been seen for days and was probably on pressing matters doing what he does best. Murdering. Crock stopped and Hunter bumped into his stumbling backwards a bit. Seems he did not notice Ares’ sudden appearance. As Hunter turned his head he greeted the vampire with a nod and continued past him down the stairs now with a more pressing speed. “Ares… I see that you come back alive and well.”. Crock raised and eyebrow at Ares wondering where the man has been. He replied coolly, “It seems I have haven’t I mutt”. He then shoved past me and continued his ascent upstairs his cape dragging along the staircase. Crock spat to his left and continued downwards walking into the clearing where he suddenly was covered by darkness. Looking up he was amazed to find the great Lycan tree, which grew to the roof of the Castle and served as the Lycans home. Around it were small huts that were squeezed together. Crops of farms were constructed to the side of the great clearing. The young prince was welcomed and praised by the group of young Lycans, which hung of his arms and asked for stories of his travel. Upon hearing that the target gave no resistance the children grumbled and Crock quickly broke away from their embrace entering the hollowed out Trunk of the tree where he and Hunter resided. Hunter in fact already had a fresh caught deer roasting on the spit. “That is a good aroma coming off that kill their brother. What did you season it with?” Crock inquires after getting a sniff of that strong pungent smell coming off the meat. “Just some lemon, pepper, salt and a weird plant that I found while hunting for that deserter… It gives off the smell you are getting.” Hunter smiles as he rotates the spit and sits back on his straw mattress. “Did you hear Crock? We struck another mine of Moon Dust and archers are now being trained in the secret mining tunnels as we speak. Soon we will be strong enough to detach ourselves away from these bloodsuckers. That clearing is just perfect.” Hunter had high hopes for their plan of escaping. Crock still had doubts. “It is a little far fetched my brother… Building a castle on the lake. Even if we are able to retrieve the dragon eggs what makes you think that the scholars of the library know what they are talking about? What if we just drown the eggs instead of making them adapt What I” “STOP CROCK. Worrying will not get us anywhere! I will die trying to leave this place rather then deal with spending more time in this hell hole then needed. The date is set. We are escaping. Together.” Hunter propels his body forward and places a comforting arm on his half brothers shoulder. Crock sighed and nodded. No matter what, his people would not have to survive as the lap dogs of this inferior race any more. Besides. He is Crock the young Lycan king. The purest blood of any type of Lycan before him. Goddess blood runs through his veins. “You are right Hunter. We can get through this. With no causalities at all!”