It has been seven years since the fall of the Vartic Stroun, a self-helping group of powerful vampyres. The land has been plunged into a darkness that cannot be penetrated. Many vampyres that were left have fallen ill from their sickened prey. The hyumans fell sick shortly after the descent into twilight. With no way to see, they began to be easy prey for all kinds of monsters thriving in the darkness. Eventually, the monster tired of hunting such uninviting game; opting instead to hunt each other. Left to breed, the hyumans found creatures willing to help them adapt and the original form of hyumans died with the fifth generation.
A resemblance of animal and hyuman blood, these new creatures were faster and stronger than their cousins, enduring longer in the frigid climate. As they flourished, a new name was bestowed upon them, the Farthen Meara. This new name fascinated the other races. More and more, the creature that had previously been enemies to the hyumans and lorded over them now bowed to their superiority. A new age has begun....
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The fur on the back of Nahar's neck bristled with fear as a vampyre passed by, close enough to feel the grip of death that proceeded them. He pulled his lips back in disgust, eyes narrowed. A phoenix flitted past, only the size of a month. Nahar's cousin, Raefka, stood to his left, smirking coldly. Her yellow fangs glowed an unearthly gold. The only sources of light were his cousin’s teeth, the Phoenix, and the eyes of the vampyre as it turned.
Its eyes were an iridescent green, broken by flecks of gold. As it looked at him, the hood it wore fell and a woman’s face appeared, fangs catching the unusual light of the Phoenix. Holding out her gloved hand, she smiled as the creature flitted over, landing happily in her palm. She looked up at Nahar, the smile vanishing for a moment, (to be) replaced by a thoughtful frown. Her beautiful bronze locks fell into her face and he was struck by how beautiful she was…
A snarl tore from Raefka’s lips, her earthen eyes narrowed impossibly thin. Growling low in her throat, the half-demon sprinted the ten yards to the vampyre, slashing out with her clawed hand. Barely taking her eyes off Nahar, the vampyre leaned back and grasped Raefka’s arm gently in her soft hand. Her eyes flashed a deep purple spotted with light blue. Pulling her closer, the vampyre smiled unpleasantly and whispered in her ear;
“Let’s not have unnecessary bloodshed, Raefka.”
Nahar felt her spell loosen its grasp and he snarled, lunging forward. She grabbed him as well, purring into his ear. He recoiled, disgusted. His cousin began to laugh hysterically, her cackle echoing back at them from the ridge of ice they’d been hiding near. The vampyre smirked wider, revealing two rows of fangs.
“Hello, Nahar. Do you find disgust in my appearance?” She teased lightly, pushing Raefka away.
He snarled again, struggling to escape her vise-like grip.
