[secretsparrow]

Vampires Vs Werewolves it's a tale as old as time and yet, the story never grows old-

Alex had always been the strong quiet type- that is unless he had something to say in which case he never shut up. Being a vampire since his early teens he had become accustomed to a life of solitude. More or less at least. There were always the small groups of vampires that roamed around forming 'tribes' of sorts but Alex had only briefly been a part of them. Although lately, he had been working with them simply for food. Humans had pushed vampires into the forests outcasting them from society. They were afraid, and Alex understood. It was fair, after all, vampires were killing them.

Can you guess what other creature they had pushed back into the woods? Werewolves. The two had claimed territories but they often clashed. The places they could go were running out as well as a proper food source. They were on the brink of a war if they weren't careful. Everyone was at their limit, one false move was all it would take.

Alex stood on the river bank watching the fish swim. They had such simple lives, going from one place to another without a care in the world. They didn't know what they were missing so there wasn't anything to miss. In one swift move he reached into the water and pulled out a fish, it flopped in his hands and he simply held tighter to it taking a bit out of its raw flesh without even thinking this might be strange to others. It was normal for Alex. He tossed the bones to the side pausing only as he heard someone approaching.

[Lovebite]

Jude prowled, he was brooding and it showed in his grey eyes as he brought one huge paw in front of the other, his milky brown fur ruffled as he stood at a great boulder that came into the steady river. The water rushed him by and he closed his eyes to the quiet murmur of the liquid, though he heard the splash of water down the way and the flap of fins then a snap, his head turned to look down the rocky shore to see a stranger there. He knew it wasn't a human, though telling what it was from between a wolf or a vampire being so far away, it was helpless being in this form as he was, he couldn't speak nor would he waste the energy to howl though he did growl.

He didn't like his place being encroached upon by the stranger, especially a vampire, it was too close to home, despite this place being neutral land to all. His tail drooped as he moved slowly, hopping down onto the wet rocks there and tilting his head as he watched as the other gnawed on the fish in his hand. The brown wolf shook some of the dew that collected in his fur out and sat there against the shadow of the stone. It was a warm humid day, winter had been harsh and now spring felt new and fresh as if all the death from the previous year had lifted from their homeland.