Okay! Before I go anywhere with this, no to all questions about naming this after my friend's username! This is a single chapter story, about six pages long on font 12. So, get ready to read a six page story. I called it "Kiba no Desu" because it translates in "Death Fangs". It also translates into "Fangs of Death", but I wrote this originally for Gaia and then it turned out as a school paper. So I had to give it an English name in parentheses. Ahem! Now to the story!
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“Count! Count!” the messenger bellowed as he burst into the throne room. “I bear good news! The scientists have informed me that the Blood Moon is tonight! We shall triumph on this glorious, bloody night!”
Count Draka suddenly appeared in front of the messenger’s face in the blink of his subject’s eyes. He shouted, “Fool! Why do you waste my time with such trivial knowledge that will only help tie the odds with the opposing forces?” Draka turned and took a few steps forward. The vampire groaned while rubbing the brows of his eyes. With a sigh, “At least no harm can come from the Blood Moon. Where is my wife, Countess Ayane?”
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Meanwhile, at the edges of the forest, two armies full of warriors stood battle-ready at opposite sides of the forest. These were no ordinary warriors, though. For you see, these warriors were of mystical races. They were werewolves and vampires. Each army was ready to die for their people and ready to see the day that they get control of the forest called Shadow Woods.
On top of the hill overlooking Shadow Woods, vampires stood erect in the moon lit night inside their pale skin and black cloaks. They smirked, revealing their glowing, white fangs. Each vampire had at least one gun with silver bullets and/or some kind of silver blade to shoot or thrust into the heart of the humanoid beasts.
At the bottom of the hill crawled the werewolves. The moonlight beamed down onto the onyx black fur coats of the ferocious lycanthropes. Their razor sharp teeth were exposed as clear as day when they grit them. Their claws glimmered brightly from the coat of holy water that coagulated and dried like nail polish on their claws.
Each army stared into the eyes of the other. The commanders were like statues in a stare-off with each other while the generals seemed calmer than the ocean tides. Both generals then raised up their arms into the air to be seen by their whole thousand-soldier armies. Their faces showed no emotion as the wind blew over their tingling fingertips.
They seemed to be taunting each other. Neither showed any motion to their still bodies. There was enough time to take a hundred pictures and paint a picture of them. The game they played with each other… was chicken. Who would win? No one since both generals pulled out their weapons and threw down their arms.
In one ear cracking battle cry, both screamed at the top of their lungs, “To battle!” Their armies responded with an earthquake rumbling, “TO BATTLE!” Dust was let up as each individual charged to battle their adversaries. Upon entry of Shadow Woods, there was an ominous quiet. For a split second, there was nothing but black silence, but it was broken by the explosion and light of one gun over here then the ripping of flesh this way. Daggers and claws met with a clang that would even pierce the heart of a peaceful bystander that was miles away.
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The werewolf king watched the occurring battle from a near mountaintop with his trusted queen. His paw covered his forehead. “What’s happened here, Alyssa? Have we really grown this far apart that we must result in violence?”
Alyssa responded, “Sadly, yes, my lord.”
“This… this is all my fault,” the lycanthrope king said to himself. He looked down at the raging battle that was blanketed by trees.
“Oh, that isn’t true, Xemnas,” the queen said as she pressed her body against the back of his to calm him. “Although,” Alyssa began to twiddle her finger around the side of the neck of Xemnas’ neck to reveal two scarred bite marks under some folded over fur, “this may have to do something with it.”
Xemnas spun around to back hand Alyssa across the face. “Shut up! That has nothing to do with this war!” He suddenly realized his mistake and became soft again. “I’m… sorry. I-I’m just… tense.”
The queen stood up and went up to her king. “It’s okay. I forgive you. How about after the war, we go and get you unknotted.” She hung her arms around his neck. “Maybe a little fun?”
Xemnas looked up at the full moon. Red was starting to envelop the moon’s surface. He replied, “Not tonight.” He pulled away from her and started to walk down the mountain to leave her alone and let a scout pick her up.
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Countess Ayane gave her Count Draka a goodbye kiss. As their lips parted, Draka spoke, “Goodbye, my love. I shall come back with many werewolf claws to adorn your neck.” With that, he turned away, formed into a bat, and flew off to the battlefield.
On top of the starting hill before Shadow Woods, Count Draka formed back into his normal self. His body was adorned with nothing but red and black silk. He had no cape, and his shirt was, oddly, just a vest.
Below him stood the lycanthrope Xemnas whose clothing was more intricate. He wore red armor on his muzzle, tail, and appendages. Stories of this mystical armor were told throughout the werewolf kingdom. The most popular one is told that this stainless steel armor was actually stained with the blood of Xemnas’ victims from the midst of battles.
Both kings looked up at the moon. They count down inside their minds, “Three… two… one…” As the red beams of moonlight shone down onto the entire terrain, they’re bodies began to change.
Count Draka fell to his knees in pain as his shoulder blades grew bigger and bigger until they finally ripped off his shirt and out of his skin to reveal fur-covered wings. Crimson blood trickled down his back from the ripping of his skin. He stood, panting from the pain, and looked back up at the moon for comfort. It soon gave it to him as his suffering stopped. The vampire’s fangs grew sharper and longer until the pair of teeth were saber length.
King Xemnas lashed out around him until he just fell to the ground like the vampire. The lycanthrope’s fangs sharpened as his friend’s did, but only grew one centimeter longer. His whole body grew. The blood pumped faster and faster with increasing oxygen to support the growing muscles. Xemnas’ shoulder blades burst out from his fur coat. Full of fur and crimson color like the pale-skinned king above him. Everything lengthened on him. Even his claws lengthened from powers of the Blood Moon. “So… this is what he felt that one night. I understand now,” Xemnas whispered to himself while staring at his shaking hands. Finally, he stood up to meet eye to eye with Draka. They snarled at each other, although unable to hear each other, they hear loud and clear what the other was saying.
The glow from the Blood Moon was empowering. Its powers are to bring out the hidden powers of the purebreds of any race. Elf, fawn, dwarf, human, or werewolf or vampire, it brings out the true powers of any purebred.
Then, without warning, each king shot into the air straight at each other. They met each other just feet above the treetops in a clash. Their fingers laced and their power matched. Although Xemnas was clearly bigger at ten feet tall compared to the seven foot tall Draka, the Blood Moon’s glow made them equal in strength.
“I… understand now,” Xemnas grunted in a deep, demonic voice. “We… don’t need… to fight.”
“Shut up!” shouted Draka. He kicked Xemnas away and pursued him. He flipped forward to come down with his heel on Xemnas’ head. The lycanthrope fell head first, but he swooped up, grazing the leaves of the trees with his fur. The tops swayed with the winds he created. Xemnas thrust himself upwards towards Count Draka. In a surprise, Xemnas gave Draka a huge bear hug over his wings and arms from the back. The vampire struggled against the werewolf’s hold, but Xemnas had the stronger hold. Being in mid-air sure didn’t help the Count either.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Xemnas claimed.
“That’s not what the huge army is telling me!” Drake pushed out with his arms and wings this time. Xemnas was forced to release his opponent. The vampire flapped his wings immediately after he got out of Xemnas’s hold. Draka screamed, “This isn’t like our childhood years, Xemnas! We’re in war! Get serious!”
“I am serious!” Xemnas pleaded. “I just—.”
“Then look like it!” Draka interrupted. He flapped his wings to shoot himself forward at the werewolf king. The vampire’s fist had an ominous, red glow to it as it was cocked ready for a strike. “Get ready!” he screamed. Count Draka released a blast of red energy when he let the punch go. The punch was redirected by Xemnas block.
The fighting below them, in Shadow Woods, ceased to watch their kings in battle. The warriors were totally speechless at their kings’ new appearances.
Then, within seconds, a blast of sparkling grey energy came back at Count Draka’s direction from the lycanthrope ruler’s fist. Draka was speechless and surprised as the beam by his face slowly dissipated to nothing.
Xemnas smirked and chuckled. He could’ve gotten Draka’s whole face if he wanted to, but he didn’t destroy him. The Count gaped at the other king’s reaction as he saw a glimmering tear fall down the furry face. The vampire’s neck was immobilized by the werewolf’s bite.
Xemnas then mumbled through his bite, “Draka… if we fought because of our differences,” he let his bite loosen to talk, “we don’t need to fight anymore.” Xemnas finally let go of Draka’s neck to stand up right. The Count felt two bleeding holes in his neck. These wounds healed almost immediately; burn marks were left in their place after the healing.
“Now… we’re equal,” Xemnas the werewolf king panted. His body leaned forward; he closed his eyes with exhaustion and began to fall. Draka came back to his senses and caught his friend by swiftly swooping down to catch him.
The vampire ruler flew up to the top of the hill above Shadow Woods and laid the werewolf ruler down. The Count looked up towards the moon. The red passed away and everything receded back into their bodies, coming back to normal. Count Draka’s bite marks still stayed on the side of his neck. Xemnas grunted a bit and came to wake up.
Xemnas stood by his childhood friend, looking over the woods with him. All the warriors came out from them, looking at a spectacle that they thought they’d never see: two different races coming together to be friends.
“It’s nice to be with you again,” Xemnas was the first to whisper, “Pale Water.”
“Same to you,” Draka responded, “Fuzz Ball.” The two laughed at each other’s childhood nicknames. Then Draka started in a commanding shout, “Warriors! We shall fight no longer for these Shadow Woods!”
“Our fangs shall not bring death to another pair of fangs!” Xemnas barked in the same way.
“For our quarrel was mistakenly brought upon you! We apologize for out foolish mistakes!”
“But those innocent souls that died today did not die in vain! Let those dead souls be a reminder to the generations to come that fighting does not solves all problems and troubles! Between friends, acts upon each other just need to be equaled in punishment!” Xemnas joked. The two laughed.
“The lycanthrope and vampire war over Shadow Woods is over! We shall share it, prosper from it, and live on it in peace with each other! Now let us bury the dead and feast until our stomachs burst!” Draka belted out.
The warriors cheered in reverence, each werewolf hugging a vampire strongly. Women in the kingdom castles could even hear this uproar in speech and cheered while bursting out of the palace doors. Children jumped and played around in grassy fields and trees of what used to be a battlefield. Joyous making was in midst and werewolf and vampire could live in peace together.
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Again, I say, it was originally for Gaia then made for a school paper. That would explain why there wasn't as much blood in there as I would regularly put and why I didn't just keep writing since I had to end it somewhere. I still hope you all liked it and I'm open for critism! blaugh
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“Count! Count!” the messenger bellowed as he burst into the throne room. “I bear good news! The scientists have informed me that the Blood Moon is tonight! We shall triumph on this glorious, bloody night!”
Count Draka suddenly appeared in front of the messenger’s face in the blink of his subject’s eyes. He shouted, “Fool! Why do you waste my time with such trivial knowledge that will only help tie the odds with the opposing forces?” Draka turned and took a few steps forward. The vampire groaned while rubbing the brows of his eyes. With a sigh, “At least no harm can come from the Blood Moon. Where is my wife, Countess Ayane?”
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Meanwhile, at the edges of the forest, two armies full of warriors stood battle-ready at opposite sides of the forest. These were no ordinary warriors, though. For you see, these warriors were of mystical races. They were werewolves and vampires. Each army was ready to die for their people and ready to see the day that they get control of the forest called Shadow Woods.
On top of the hill overlooking Shadow Woods, vampires stood erect in the moon lit night inside their pale skin and black cloaks. They smirked, revealing their glowing, white fangs. Each vampire had at least one gun with silver bullets and/or some kind of silver blade to shoot or thrust into the heart of the humanoid beasts.
At the bottom of the hill crawled the werewolves. The moonlight beamed down onto the onyx black fur coats of the ferocious lycanthropes. Their razor sharp teeth were exposed as clear as day when they grit them. Their claws glimmered brightly from the coat of holy water that coagulated and dried like nail polish on their claws.
Each army stared into the eyes of the other. The commanders were like statues in a stare-off with each other while the generals seemed calmer than the ocean tides. Both generals then raised up their arms into the air to be seen by their whole thousand-soldier armies. Their faces showed no emotion as the wind blew over their tingling fingertips.
They seemed to be taunting each other. Neither showed any motion to their still bodies. There was enough time to take a hundred pictures and paint a picture of them. The game they played with each other… was chicken. Who would win? No one since both generals pulled out their weapons and threw down their arms.
In one ear cracking battle cry, both screamed at the top of their lungs, “To battle!” Their armies responded with an earthquake rumbling, “TO BATTLE!” Dust was let up as each individual charged to battle their adversaries. Upon entry of Shadow Woods, there was an ominous quiet. For a split second, there was nothing but black silence, but it was broken by the explosion and light of one gun over here then the ripping of flesh this way. Daggers and claws met with a clang that would even pierce the heart of a peaceful bystander that was miles away.
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The werewolf king watched the occurring battle from a near mountaintop with his trusted queen. His paw covered his forehead. “What’s happened here, Alyssa? Have we really grown this far apart that we must result in violence?”
Alyssa responded, “Sadly, yes, my lord.”
“This… this is all my fault,” the lycanthrope king said to himself. He looked down at the raging battle that was blanketed by trees.
“Oh, that isn’t true, Xemnas,” the queen said as she pressed her body against the back of his to calm him. “Although,” Alyssa began to twiddle her finger around the side of the neck of Xemnas’ neck to reveal two scarred bite marks under some folded over fur, “this may have to do something with it.”
Xemnas spun around to back hand Alyssa across the face. “Shut up! That has nothing to do with this war!” He suddenly realized his mistake and became soft again. “I’m… sorry. I-I’m just… tense.”
The queen stood up and went up to her king. “It’s okay. I forgive you. How about after the war, we go and get you unknotted.” She hung her arms around his neck. “Maybe a little fun?”
Xemnas looked up at the full moon. Red was starting to envelop the moon’s surface. He replied, “Not tonight.” He pulled away from her and started to walk down the mountain to leave her alone and let a scout pick her up.
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Countess Ayane gave her Count Draka a goodbye kiss. As their lips parted, Draka spoke, “Goodbye, my love. I shall come back with many werewolf claws to adorn your neck.” With that, he turned away, formed into a bat, and flew off to the battlefield.
On top of the starting hill before Shadow Woods, Count Draka formed back into his normal self. His body was adorned with nothing but red and black silk. He had no cape, and his shirt was, oddly, just a vest.
Below him stood the lycanthrope Xemnas whose clothing was more intricate. He wore red armor on his muzzle, tail, and appendages. Stories of this mystical armor were told throughout the werewolf kingdom. The most popular one is told that this stainless steel armor was actually stained with the blood of Xemnas’ victims from the midst of battles.
Both kings looked up at the moon. They count down inside their minds, “Three… two… one…” As the red beams of moonlight shone down onto the entire terrain, they’re bodies began to change.
Count Draka fell to his knees in pain as his shoulder blades grew bigger and bigger until they finally ripped off his shirt and out of his skin to reveal fur-covered wings. Crimson blood trickled down his back from the ripping of his skin. He stood, panting from the pain, and looked back up at the moon for comfort. It soon gave it to him as his suffering stopped. The vampire’s fangs grew sharper and longer until the pair of teeth were saber length.
King Xemnas lashed out around him until he just fell to the ground like the vampire. The lycanthrope’s fangs sharpened as his friend’s did, but only grew one centimeter longer. His whole body grew. The blood pumped faster and faster with increasing oxygen to support the growing muscles. Xemnas’ shoulder blades burst out from his fur coat. Full of fur and crimson color like the pale-skinned king above him. Everything lengthened on him. Even his claws lengthened from powers of the Blood Moon. “So… this is what he felt that one night. I understand now,” Xemnas whispered to himself while staring at his shaking hands. Finally, he stood up to meet eye to eye with Draka. They snarled at each other, although unable to hear each other, they hear loud and clear what the other was saying.
The glow from the Blood Moon was empowering. Its powers are to bring out the hidden powers of the purebreds of any race. Elf, fawn, dwarf, human, or werewolf or vampire, it brings out the true powers of any purebred.
Then, without warning, each king shot into the air straight at each other. They met each other just feet above the treetops in a clash. Their fingers laced and their power matched. Although Xemnas was clearly bigger at ten feet tall compared to the seven foot tall Draka, the Blood Moon’s glow made them equal in strength.
“I… understand now,” Xemnas grunted in a deep, demonic voice. “We… don’t need… to fight.”
“Shut up!” shouted Draka. He kicked Xemnas away and pursued him. He flipped forward to come down with his heel on Xemnas’ head. The lycanthrope fell head first, but he swooped up, grazing the leaves of the trees with his fur. The tops swayed with the winds he created. Xemnas thrust himself upwards towards Count Draka. In a surprise, Xemnas gave Draka a huge bear hug over his wings and arms from the back. The vampire struggled against the werewolf’s hold, but Xemnas had the stronger hold. Being in mid-air sure didn’t help the Count either.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Xemnas claimed.
“That’s not what the huge army is telling me!” Drake pushed out with his arms and wings this time. Xemnas was forced to release his opponent. The vampire flapped his wings immediately after he got out of Xemnas’s hold. Draka screamed, “This isn’t like our childhood years, Xemnas! We’re in war! Get serious!”
“I am serious!” Xemnas pleaded. “I just—.”
“Then look like it!” Draka interrupted. He flapped his wings to shoot himself forward at the werewolf king. The vampire’s fist had an ominous, red glow to it as it was cocked ready for a strike. “Get ready!” he screamed. Count Draka released a blast of red energy when he let the punch go. The punch was redirected by Xemnas block.
The fighting below them, in Shadow Woods, ceased to watch their kings in battle. The warriors were totally speechless at their kings’ new appearances.
Then, within seconds, a blast of sparkling grey energy came back at Count Draka’s direction from the lycanthrope ruler’s fist. Draka was speechless and surprised as the beam by his face slowly dissipated to nothing.
Xemnas smirked and chuckled. He could’ve gotten Draka’s whole face if he wanted to, but he didn’t destroy him. The Count gaped at the other king’s reaction as he saw a glimmering tear fall down the furry face. The vampire’s neck was immobilized by the werewolf’s bite.
Xemnas then mumbled through his bite, “Draka… if we fought because of our differences,” he let his bite loosen to talk, “we don’t need to fight anymore.” Xemnas finally let go of Draka’s neck to stand up right. The Count felt two bleeding holes in his neck. These wounds healed almost immediately; burn marks were left in their place after the healing.
“Now… we’re equal,” Xemnas the werewolf king panted. His body leaned forward; he closed his eyes with exhaustion and began to fall. Draka came back to his senses and caught his friend by swiftly swooping down to catch him.
The vampire ruler flew up to the top of the hill above Shadow Woods and laid the werewolf ruler down. The Count looked up towards the moon. The red passed away and everything receded back into their bodies, coming back to normal. Count Draka’s bite marks still stayed on the side of his neck. Xemnas grunted a bit and came to wake up.
Xemnas stood by his childhood friend, looking over the woods with him. All the warriors came out from them, looking at a spectacle that they thought they’d never see: two different races coming together to be friends.
“It’s nice to be with you again,” Xemnas was the first to whisper, “Pale Water.”
“Same to you,” Draka responded, “Fuzz Ball.” The two laughed at each other’s childhood nicknames. Then Draka started in a commanding shout, “Warriors! We shall fight no longer for these Shadow Woods!”
“Our fangs shall not bring death to another pair of fangs!” Xemnas barked in the same way.
“For our quarrel was mistakenly brought upon you! We apologize for out foolish mistakes!”
“But those innocent souls that died today did not die in vain! Let those dead souls be a reminder to the generations to come that fighting does not solves all problems and troubles! Between friends, acts upon each other just need to be equaled in punishment!” Xemnas joked. The two laughed.
“The lycanthrope and vampire war over Shadow Woods is over! We shall share it, prosper from it, and live on it in peace with each other! Now let us bury the dead and feast until our stomachs burst!” Draka belted out.
The warriors cheered in reverence, each werewolf hugging a vampire strongly. Women in the kingdom castles could even hear this uproar in speech and cheered while bursting out of the palace doors. Children jumped and played around in grassy fields and trees of what used to be a battlefield. Joyous making was in midst and werewolf and vampire could live in peace together.
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Again, I say, it was originally for Gaia then made for a school paper. That would explain why there wasn't as much blood in there as I would regularly put and why I didn't just keep writing since I had to end it somewhere. I still hope you all liked it and I'm open for critism! blaugh
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