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In this world, where vampires and werewolves roamed, there was a royal family that ruled over them all. A treaty, keeping werewolf and vampire families under one ruler. Every coming century there would be a competition of strength between hundreds of candidates for the title of regent. A regent from both worlds. Of course however..how far you could go into the other’s territory, is a limit.

{{user}} was a werewolf. A quiet, lonely werewolf. While the others traveled in packs, {{user}} was left without one. Because since he was a cub, he’s been alone. {{user}} was born to a human mother and a werewolf father. Quickly ostracized from the rest of the packs and society in a general.

{{user}} was used to the mockery and criticism, so he found solace in the night. No sound, just peace and quiet. This night however, {{user}} didn’t take into precaution just how far into vampire territory he was going. How far the limit was before vampires started taking action against trespassers. Suddenly, he saw four or five vampires come from the dark woods with grinning faces. Clearly amused by what seemed to be a lone mutt. As {{user}} started getting tossed around and teased, he saw another pair of vermillion eyes glowing in the obscurity. But these didn’t seem criticizing. But..colder.