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For centuries werewolves and skinwalkers have been fighting a never ending war all the while being hunted by humans. The year 2018, deep in the wild a young, charismatic leader by the name of Caesar leads a small pack of only about 20 werewolves where as the tyrannical and savage ruler of the skinwalkers, Viktor Khon commands an army of hundreds. Upon a mountain peak, Caesar and the other werewolves are trying to find a way to stop the thousand year war as well as trying to stay hidden to avoid detection from both human and skinwalker alike.
“Caesar, we have to increase our ranks or else what remains of the pack will die” Jacob says to him, hoping that he would see reason.
“No, I will not risk detection of the pack, in time we will increase our numbers but until that time comes we must keep our ranks low and keep a low profile” Caesar says to him.
“Caesar! Khon was spotted by our scout units near the foot of the mountain!” Dion warns Caesar frantically.
“Stay here, tell the scouts to hide in the forest until my command! I will confront him myself” Caesar says to him.
Dion nods and hurries down the mountain, telling the scout units what is happening and they hide within the forest. Caesar then confronts Khon down the mountain.
“I can see you came alone, Viktor” Caesar says to him.
“Yes well I’m not going to bring my entire army just to find where you and your mangy mutts are hiding” Khon says while holding a dead goat.
“You do realize that you will never have control over nature” Caesar says to him.
“Oh careful Caesar, you do not want to challenge me, you remember last time you did so, what was her name, oh yes that’s right, Eveline. I remember how warm her flesh was, how it tasted, how warm her blood was when it ran down my chin, do not force my hand further Caesar, besides if I wanted you dead I would’ve killed you and all of your mutts” Khon says to him as he throws the goat aside.
“Then why did you come all the way out here then?” Caesar asks with obvious skepticality in his voice.
“I have a proposition, terms of peace if you will.” Khon says to him.
Caesar's eyes widen at his response as he clenches his fist.
“Peace? You expect us to come forward with terms of peace? After what you did?! After the oceans of werewolf blood that you spilled, hell you spilled pools of your own kind’s blood and all for what, control?” Caesar yells.
“We will cease the war, cease the senseless fighting and mutilation of each other, that is if you are willing to bow down to me” Khon says to him with a slightly demanding tone, half expecting Caesar to agree.
“I would rather die than serve a gore obsessed fiend such as yourself!” Caesar yells.
“So be it” Khon says to him as he begins to transform into his skinwalker form, taking on the appearance of sabertooth tiger and Caesar does the same.
The two beasts charge at each other with blinding ferocity. Caesar jumps onto Khon’s back, attempting to tear at his jaw only for Khon to grab and bite down on Caesar’s arm, aiming to tear it off but just before he could, Dion comes sprinting out of the shadows in his werewolf form and swipes at Khon’s eye, knocking him off balance but Khon is able to grab and throw Dion.
“Do you think that you are the only one who came with backup?!” Khon says as a panther skinwalker by the name of Kroh charges in, grabs Dion and throws him. Khon then charges towards Caesar, grabbing him by the throat and disemboweling him, taking him out of the fight for a while.
“Father!” Zira yells as she charges towards him and jumps at Khon, only for him to grab her by the throat pin her to the ground and tear her apart, Khon then turns to Caesar’s weak frame with Zira’s throat in his mouth and blood trickling down his chin and with bloodshot eyes he charges at him only for Raspin to come charging out of the forest and tackling Khon before he could get to Caesar and plunges a claw into one of Khon’s eyes only for Kroh to ram into Raspin and helping Khon to his feet.
“Lord Khon you are hurt, I suggest that we make a hasty retreat” Kroh says to him.
“Fine! The day will come Caesar, the day will come when you make a mistake, the day will come when your blood will run down my chin!” Khon yells as he and Kroh retreat back to their realm.
Caesar then runs over to his daughter to find her choking on her own blood with very little chance of survival. Zira, having no strength to even speak, dies in Caesar’s arms and her body reverts to its humanoid form. Dion and Raspin then come to Caesar’s aid and they revert back to their humanoid forms. Caesar then picks up Zira’s body and takes her to the mountain peak where the other werewolves are. Some gasp and some cry at the sight of her mangled frame. Caesar then gently lays her body upon a large stone.
“Khon did this…Khon did this to my Daughter! This war has been going on for more than a thousand years and we're losing, it's time that we begin to increase our ranks, slowly. I do not want Khon to know where we are, then again he possibly already knows.” Caesar says to them.
A few hours later the lead hunter of the pack, Nira returns to the mountain only to see her sister’s mangled corpse, she stops dead in her tracks, drops all that she and her hunting party has, rushes over to her body and collapses to her knees and starts crying.
“Who..did..this…WHO DID THIS!!!” Nira yells.
“Khon, we spotted him near the foot of the mountain, I went to confront him only for him to engage me, Dion, Raspin, and Zira in combat and she charged in after I told Dion to make sure everyone was hidden in the forest but she slipped past Dion and engaged.” Caesar says to her.
“I want a proper burial for her,” Nira says to her father.
“That is what we are doing now.” Caesar says to her.
Caesar and the other werewolves then gather around and spill a few drops of their own blood on Zira’s corpse as a symbol of love and remembrance. After her funeral, Jacob taps Caesar’s shoulder asking him for a private conversation.
“What is it Jacob?” Caesar asks.
“Khon tore apart over 50% of our pack during the war and 20% more were banished, I think it would be in our best interest to reintroduce the Wulvers back into the pack” Jacob says to him.
“No, I banished them for a reason Jacob, we are indeed in need of more numbers but I am not that desperate” Caesar says to him.
“But what choice do we have? Khon has an army of hundreds while we are a mere nineteen werewolves” Jacob says to him hoping that he would agree.
“No!...no…I will not risk the life of my Daughter for the sake of winning a losing war, speak no more of this, i will not allow the Wulvers into my pack” Caesar says to him.
“Yes Caesar,” Jacob says to him as he sighs.
Caesar then returns to the pack. “I only need four of us to go out and bring back more werewolves, because this is a new age of humanity they won’t know what we are so once you turn them do not expect them to immediately follow you and try not to bring back more than three each understood?” Caesar asks.
The pack nods at his response.
“Good, leave at dawn” Caesar says to them as he and the other werewolves fall asleep.
By dawn, Raspin, Nira, Dion and a werewolf named Simon all begin to travel to human civilization to bring back more future pack members. Khon and Kroh return to their desolate desert realm where there is almost no food and water is horrifyingly scarce. Kroh sits his lord down on his throne and he stands just beside him waiting for his orders.
“Where is Miguel?” Khon asks with an evident anger in his voice.
“On a hunting attempt alongside Korvak, Oalac, and Oshbek but I doubt they’ll come back with anything of significance” Kroh says to him.
Khon rolls his eyes at Kroh’s response. “Yes I suppose that is a likely scenario” Khon says to him.
Only a few hours later Miguel, Korvak, Oalac, and Oshbek return with almost nothing but beetroot seeds, not like they were useful in a climate like this.
“So you’ve finally returned after six months Miguel and you found nothing but useless beat seeds that will turn to dust when we try to plant them, hmph I thought being part werewolf would make you more than capable of being able to track any prey but I can’t exactly blame you for this kind of climate almost nothing can survive for long but not to worry since now I have the Spirit Orb all I need to do is rebuild the world in my own image” Khon says to him as he smashes the outer layer of the orb revealing its power in which he then infuses it with his own twisted soul giving him control over the souls of the living, dead, and damned.
“What have you done! You have defiled the ancient laws that bound nature to the earth, I will not let you take over the world!” Miguel says as he transforms into his nue form and charges towards Khon only for him to grab him and begin to syphon his soul but before he syphons his soul completely he charges up that power and punches Miguel with it, sending him flying backwards while the other skinwalkers just look at their master, some with AWE, some with fear. Khon then charges his saber fangs with this power and sinks his teeth into Miguel’s face, inflicting excruciating pain and irreparable damage. Most of the skinwalkers cheer but some do not, some believe that Khon fights with no honor because of this power. Khon then throws Miguel and steps on his chest.
“Do you yield?”
“I-I-I…yield” Miguel says in a weak and pained voice.
Then a skinwalker by the name of Bevolk steps in and helps Miguel up. “You will follow this…this thing…this demon? I will not! I follow a true skinwalker. I will no longer follow this fiend!” Bevolk yells, making sure that Khon hears him.
Hearing this, Khon charges at Bevolk, grabbing him and syphoning his soul until he is no more than a shriveled corpse.
“Does anyone else have something they want to get off their chest? No? Very well…let this be the fate of all who oppose me!” Khon says to them
. Miguel then gets up and makes his way to his home where his wife, Nocathe is resting with their baby with only days until it is born.
“Miguel? Is that you? What happened to your face?” Nocathe asks with a very concerned yet tired and strained voice.
“Khon has the Spirit Orb, he plans to use it to rebuild the world in his own twisted image,” Miguel informs her as he feeds her. “He plans to mobilize to the Earth, likely to establish a capital city” Miguel informs her.
“Let me come with you, we can hide my pregnancy with armor” Nocathe says to him.
“They will become suspicious, skinwalkers don't need armor, just try to suppress the pain okay” Miguel says to her.
Nocathe nods and Khon and his skinwalker army sets out for the portal that connects the two worlds and they pass through only for the passage to cause excruciating pain upon Nocathe. Realizing that she is pregnant, Kroh storms towards Miguel and scolds him for bringing a pregnant woman through the portal. Khon then backs Kroh off and gets behind Nocathe.
“Push little one…push” Khon says to her as he assists her with giving birth but as he pulls the baby out he realizes that the baby is already dead but he then sees a small calf and syphons its soul and gives it to the baby bringing it back to life.
“A NEW SOLDIER FOR THE HORDE!!!” Khon yells as the other skinwalkers cheer and cry out.