Lord Fenris stood upon the highest hill peering down at the roaring battle below, watching his kin slaughtering as well as being slaughtered by the wretched vampires that invaded his beautiful land of Kratosia. Fenris, Lord of this land as well as Deity to the Wolven race, gripped the hilt of his sword, Onaga, that rested on his right hip. Rage forming visibly on his strong face.
He wore battle armor that depict much greater than any armor seen before. Titanium gauntlets cuffed firmly and comfortably on his right hand, polished and glistening under the moon's dashing light. He wore one blackened steel pauldron on his right shoulder, shimmering darkly from the series of fires set ablaze down below. Slimming black tattered robes under the metal, blending in perfectly with his black and dark blue fur.
"Where are you my rotting friend..." Fenris whispers under his breath. The tone in his quiet voice cold enough to send a shiver down anyone's warm spine. He skims the poorly lit valley below him until he spots his target. Watching the powerful Vampire tearing through a platoon of his high ranking Knights. He gives a low growl, ears twitching as he vanishes from the hill in an instant, forming into the shadows.
He reappears in front of the Vampire, deflecting a blow from the rotting, breathing carcass. "My my. Am I quite honored! To be in the presence of someone so great such as yourself, 'My Lord' Fenris..." He gives a half sarcastic bow to the Large towering Wolf.
"Vladimir, I do believe there was a treaty. Do you recognize the terms of such malicious act you have performed this nightly eve?" Fenris's voice was loud and shrill, but not quite intimidating Vladimir at all.
"Oh please, Why such formalities? We're friends right? Call me Vlad!" Vladimir cackles loudly as if humoring himself. The Vampire's leather clothing shimmering under the bright full moon and flashing slightly from the fires created by various Sorcerers between both the Kratosians and the Vampire clans.
Vladimir gripped onto his double bladed battle staff as it dripped with blood from his previous victims. Fenris could almost hear the cries of pain as each drop fell to the ground. He looked up at the Vampire as his eyes turned, glowing a bright blood red, the inner Demon awakening. "Oh what's the matter Fuzzy, cat got your ton-"
He was cut off short as he watched Fenris vanish from sight and begins to scan all over for him before taking a hard blow to the back of the head and was sent flying forward into a group of his rotting kin. Vladimir leaped to his feet and scowled. Glaring at Fenris, he spat at the ground.
"All talking aside, let's just end this and speak with our blades." Fenris's voice boomed across the valley as he wields Onaga and his other sword Satari.