Loyal to the End

Summary: A full out war has been declared between several factions of Battleon creatures, especially in Darkovia. This is just the story of a Werewolf Warrior named Howndst trying to survive it all. Rated T for language and massive violence.

Something to Sink Your Teeth Into

It was exactly 2:35 a.m. on one of the darkest mornings in the forests of Darkovia. The wars had broken out days ago, and all the chaos was beginning to spread across the lands. There wasn't exactly any concrete reason on how or why it started at all, except it had something to do with power or treasure, like always. The Were-King and Safiria had wars all the time, so why was it acting like a virus, infecting everyone and spreading everywhere so quickly…? No one knew for sure, except that it wasn't going to end soon.

In the midst of all the chaos, a lone green furred Werewolf Warrior named Howndst got caught in the middle of it, and now he was sitting inside of the vampires' castle, his hands tied behind a chair, his whole body bruised and scarred. The vampires caught him by surprise and decided since he was quickly rising ranks, they were going to interrogate him until he confessed all he knew. He had been in the same room with no light whatsoever besides the moon to see. Two vampire lords were currently standing next to him, talking about him.

"I don't see why someone like the Were-King would even bother accepting you into his forces. You not as tough as I thought you were."

"Yeah…or as tall for that matter."

"Let's face it Arkst: He's nothing. Just another foul-smelling werewolf with bad breath, like they all are. Maybe that's why you guys came in last place during the last war we had. They're all pussies. I wouldn't be surprised if some random person shot an arrow through the Were-king's head right now."

Both of the vampire lords sighed heavily, wondering what to do with Howndst.

"So what should we do now Arkst?"

"We've been here torturing this hairy beast for the last seven hours. Let's just let him sit in the darkness for a while."

Both of the vampires began to walk out the door.

"You guys are wrong…you know that right?" said Howndst, weakly.

The vampires turned to look at Howndst.

"The Lycans…will never lose to the likes of you creatures. No matter how many of us you slaughter, in the end, you're still gonna lose. Just because we lost last time, doesn't mean you won either. If anything, you should be focusing on the Werepyres, but you're too stupid to do that even."

Howndst did this menacing, growling laugh and muttered, "You're all gonna die."

Arkst responded by lashing at him twice in the face, leaving another huge scar.

"See, that's why we got a little surprise on our side…something not even a dracopyre could escape from. You just watch…we're gonna be the victor of this war. You'll see…"

Meanwhile…

Scattered across the Darkovian soil were countless numbers of vampire and werewolf warriors, all brutally slaughtered and killed by their rivals. It was almost impossible to take even one step without getting blood on your foot. The smell of the bodies was enough to make even the werewolves gag and even vomit all over themselves. It's not like the situation was better anywhere else, but Darkovia had it worse. Only a week had gone since the wars began, and hundreds if not thousands of casualties have already been reported.

Besides all the dead bodies was a small clan of werewolves searching through them all. They were lead by a furry blue Alpha Werewolf named Harkst, who was currently ripping apart a Vamp Handmaiden's chest, eating her heart.

"Must you always do that Harkst?" asked Twarzy, one of the werewolf warriors.

"Why not?! They taste good enough and everyone says that by eating one, you gain the power of the enemy you've just killed. And I just killed one of Safiria's Vamp Handmaidens."

"It looks like this area has been cleared of any vampire scum. Should we find another sector to clean up or retreat back to the Were-King?"

Harkst smiled. "We're gonna slay as many vampires as we can until our Were-King says to stop."

"What if we--"

"If you're too scared to face your own fears you can go back to your mudhole and hide like the coward you are Twarzy!"

Twarzy sighed. "No, you're right. We're gonna win this war this time. There's no way we're letting those undead creatures rule this world. Let's go get 'em!"

"I'm gonna go outside and start patrolling the skies, see if our fellow vampires need anymore help."

"Gotcha. I'll watch this werewolf and make sure he doesn't escape." said Arkst

The other vampire lord walked outside the room and locked the door, leaving Arkst and Howndst alone in the dark. It was completely silent. Nothing could be heard besides the sound of the two creatures exhaling and inhaling slowly. They could even heard Arkst's friend's wings flapping in the distance when he took off, casting a shadow through the barred window. Howndst sighed heavily, his breath visible in the cold air.

"You realize I'm going to kill you and get out of here, right?"

"Really? How's that gonna happen werewolf?"

"You vampires think us Lycans are stupid, living by the concept of brawns-over-brains, but some us are a lot smarter than you think. See, I've examined these ropes and realized that I can't scratch through 'em or try and break 'em with my wrists. So I'm gonna dislocate my arm and lift it over my head, tearing through the ropes with my teeth, eventually walking out that door."

"You forgot one thing smartass. How are you gonna get past me?"

"I'm gonna kick you in the nuts and you'll knell close enough for me to bite out your throat."

Arkst started to choke Howndst really hard, almost yanking out his throat.

"You vampires are so goddamn ignorant and stupid! I just told you how I'm going to kill you and how I'm going to escape and you can't even pick up your sword and slit my throat right!"

"Yeah?! If you're so smart, why haven't you--?"

Arkst screamed when Howndst bit down on his hand and kicked him in the groin. Then he opened up his mouth wide and bit down on his throat. Blood splattered all over the walls and on Howndst's face. But he didn't care, in fact he was laughing in a muffled way, baffled by Arkst's stupidity. He finally let go of Arkst's neck, most of it obliterated by Howndst's bloody teeth. Like he said, Howndst's painfully dislocated his arm and pulled it over his head, gnawing on the ropes until he was free.

Howndst laughed and muttered, "Pathetic bloodsuckers."

Then he screamed horribly when he popped his arm back in its socket, breathing heavily afterward. It didn't matter though. He was free.