Making the decision of spending one more round of seasons was best, for both his body and mind War kept very little contact with Margaret. Not that the woman gave him much when he did imply in knowing. He had asked once how things were, but the hidden message went unheard. Giving him barely enough to go off of War grew annoyed with the lack of information he was receiving, at least the information about Siana.

He knew all too well Margaret was doing it on purpose, she wanted him to ask out right- something he wasn’t fond of doing. It would only lead to her ever growing smirks while testing more of his very little patience.

The men he had been traveling with for the last few summers were growing tired of battles, something else he couldn’t understand. Though they were mostly human, he felt that at least the man in them would be less whiney about the constant fights. He was wrong. It had seemed the one man besides himself who didn’t give his dislike to all the moving was the General. A man in which War frequently gathered information from.

Men who whined about the little things in life never knew their true meaning, and War didn’t trust a man who didn’t take everything with a dying breath.

They were coming to the end of a road which had seen better days, with each marching mans foot prints leaving their everlasting mark. Horses snorted at the never ending path, they to were growing tired of these battles. All but War’s that is. The general himself had mentioned the beast was far more aggressive than any stallion he’d come across in all his summers.

A pride befell War. Just like gaining your first real victory in a fight, a steed was to be earned, not handed out. He looked forward to the day when he could visit the fields where these magnificent beasts roamed. Free to do as they like till the day came where one would sit upon them, using every tightened muscle for the victory ahead.

He smiled slightly from under his cloak. Siana would be of age soon, and if she’d gotten as far as he’d hoped she would, she too would be walking to that field. Each stallion was left in a herd of other stallions, which was part of the reason they were so aggressive. Their play fighting daily was what aided them into what War sat upon now.

Muscles grew faster with them constantly trying to outdo the others. Lungs built up to all the running they were allowed, at the same time strengthening their legs and backs for battles. Feathers graced each hoof keeping out the colder weather air, while muffling their heavy steel shoes from unexpected targets.

They were not meant to look pretty to the passerby, but rather to strike fear into them. Each held random scars, just like that of its master to be. It gave the stallions an edge over other stallions. War chuckled randomly at the remnants of a thought, when a king had wanted a stallion for his very own. The man had nearly lost his head, along with a few other very essential body limbs.

That had been a highly amusing day for him, one that was very rare.

A call was giving down the ranks. War had heard it first without even trying. Looking over the tree covering, his eyes narrowed in catching small movements here and there. The rumble from his chest gave way to a nudge to both side of his stallion. Snorting properly he trotted next to the general, pawing at the packed down earth vigorously.

“War? you see something?” He asked turning his brown eyes upon War’s now changing ones.

“Its a trap, they have many within the borders of the trees.” The general looked back at the trees with a huff.

“Damn...Alright what do you purpose?” He asked not bothering to look back at him. War’s canines made a slight grin as he moved his steed to block his lips from being read by anyone other than the generals men.

“Stage your men right here in the open, when night falls take less than half and cut around behind them.” Raising a brow to War’s tactics the General chuckled.

“You want to ambush the ambushies….clever. Very well” HE gave the order to make camp receiving many a looks from his men. But like followers they were, each one began to set up his own camp. Fires burned softly only giving a very average count to how many were awake within the camp site. War had given them orders on how to set up each tent, making it even more difficult for the awaiting party to catch a head count.

As night fell upon them War moved in and out of the tents, always within the shadows. Men laid near fires and in tents, all wide awake for the call to advance. Those that were to follow War around the backside were already out of sight and dressed to kill. Leaving the general and the rest to wait for their signal.

Horses were left behind as to not giving off any chance of being spotted. Holding an axe in each hand War moved through trees keeping his back lowered, each man behind him followed suit. Ready incase someone had caught wind to their plan, or had been out for a late night what have you.

Each tree gave better cover than the last. Watching where their feet landed men spread out covering every inch of the forest floor. War shined his eyes in the moonlight listening for the rustling of men unaware of their deaths. sounds of crackling fires lead to smells of meats cooking. He sucked in a deep breath, allowing the men to get closer.

A head of fifty or more awaited them in ambush, but that wasn’t what War had been concerned about. These men were just the front liners, there would be more awaiting them should they break through. Turning his silent commands had each men lowering as far as he could, given their sizes. Moving further down War spun one of the axe handles against his palm feeling the need to cover it in a substance of high value.

Like he predicted many more gathered just outside the small thick treeline. His lips rose over extending fangs, they’d be slaughtered before they even got a pick of half. He cursed his luck of not bringing at least one of his men from home along, it would of better their odds of leaving with more of the men. Heading back toward the men he told them of what they faced, each one seemed slightly uneasy about it, but agreed that if they were to just attack the treeline men they wouldn’t make it out alive.

Their best bet was to attack the main gathering, in hopes the tree line ambush would hear the commotion and rear back to aid, allowing the General and his men to pass freely and come to their aid. The only problem War saw with this plan was he wouldn’t have time to inform the general of the new plan.

Each man readied himself in his own way, before they swiftly broke through the trees entering the main campsite. Splitting up in a crescent shape they caught most if not all the men off guard, giving them very little chance to reach for a weapon. One swing of his axe belittled that of five in a single blow, his mind shutting down of all consequences as he took another five down.

Ducking to the swing of a sword, War flipping the man over his shoulders using his heel to crush in his skull. A flaming arrow was shot high into the air as the signal to advance, once the men at the treeline pulled back to aid their comrades.

At the ready the moment the fiery signal lit the ebony skies, the general charged his horse across the small field along with the rest of his men galloping after. They broke through the forest only to find nothing but menless campsites, turning heads towards the growing roars of men in the heat of battle he charged onward.

Horses burst through under brush when the sight of War and the men who followed him were in the thick of bodies. He gave the signal to advance allowing his men to aid in the slaughtering of foes.

War turned his head hearing the whinnies of horses, two men charged his backside, when a pair of arrows gently blew their breeze across War’s face, they crashed into the mens chests sending them a few feet back before bleeding out over dark soil. His eyes ran along the tree line, searching for the archer who had aided in their battle.

Another set of arrows flew across the open area, one through the face of a man ready to strike down a younger male. As that one took its hold the second cut the roar of male who charged for the general himself. The general gave War a confused look. All the archers they had, were left back with the general and all were hidden on the floor of the woods. Not in a tree.

“We have aid?” He asked stabbing a man in the heart as his foot shoved him to the ground. War grunted striding closer to the Generals horse.

“Perhaps. Or a god with a sense of humor” He snorted not believing it not to be true. A whistle of an arrow pierced a man’s breast plate, sending his left foot sliding backwards. He growled looking high into the trees as another one crashed into the first sending it deeper into his chest.

War looked upwards as the shine of a silver tip caught the moonlights rays, he grinned moving around the generals horse to get a better look. The shadow moved deeper back against the trees branches, hiding what little was seeable before.

“War?” The general moves his head in the same direction, thinning his eyes to try to advance his sight.

“Its nothing” He growled. A part of him fully annoyed with the individual who hid so well, yet carried no scent to pick up. It was like they were there, but weren’t at the same time. Some called it black magic, while others called it trickery. War simply called it skill.

There were herbs in which both enhanced and masked once scent from beings with heightened senses. Plenty of ways for a creature to make one believe they were nothing more than human, while still holding the unnatural abilities of its Kin.

Clenched teeth looked over his broad shoulder as the archer jumped from one tree to another, shooting one arrow after another. His mind raced with the man beings it could be, Fae...he shook his head. Not fast enough. Vampiric, he gave a low rumble down his spine, they prefered to feast upon their kills up close. The more he thought the less it was adding.

It bothered him so, that even the cries of men charging him went unregistered as his fist collided with their screams. The pile under his feet grew in numbers, moon rays blazed off blood soaked axes when they slid through the soft flesh of barely a man. Nothing more than low ranking targets, he’d not had a fair fight in centuries and didn’t think one would befall him any time soon.

His eyes clouded with the idea of a real battle, one where his skill would be put to the test and he’d find his eye of the storm before blowing a fierce wind around his target.

Cries around War did little to carve a dent in his hunger, it fueled it more.

Allowing a hand to release a pulled back axe, it flung through one body after another. Dropping either a whole of a man or a piece of him, soon followed by the rest. Another whistle sprang by to War removing the axe from a stuck position in a man's skull. Turning his gaze over shoulder, he found a man cross eyed with an arrow between both glazing over orbs.

He turned towards the trees. Beginning to think this archer was someone who might be of worth in battle War stood tall, moving stride fully towards the treeline. A look was what he wanted, if he couldn’t have a scent to aid, a look would service.

Swings both axes as he pushed through the crowd of men fighting for their lives, his eyes never leaving where that last arrow shot from. The archer moved shooting an arrow farther to the left, making War’s feet shift in direction.

The closer he seemed to get the faster the archer move in directions, always changing his arrows location. It grew vexing and War’s built rage increased with every shift of his weight he had to gain closer to knowing. So close to the tree line he heard the draw back to the archers bow as five single shot arrows plummeted at his feet, making a clear line not to cross.

Behind him the generals men gathered the last surviving of enemies as the general himself rode to stand next to War. He looked at War’s face before raising eyes to the trees.

“I do believe they want to stay unknown War” He looked back at War to find a clenched jaw line and even tighter fingers wrapped around his weapons.

“Well see about that” His foot crossed the row of arrows, a moment later two arrows rang against his axes. It send strong vibrations through both hands, running the length of his arms till finally dying off at his shoulders. War snarled openly at the archer showing his impressive fangs, men behind him stepping back a bit to the echo it caused throughout the trees.

Holding his footing as his ears picked up another pulling of a bow string, War decided it best to allow the skilled archer his privacy. At least for now. Flipping both axes over his back allowing them to cross over one another War turned his back on the archer, but not before his eyes flashed with a whisper of words.

“Till next time archer” Moments later an arrow shot straight into the air piercing the moon momentarily before falling to the ground. In the time all looked upwards to watch, the archer slipped away. War held his gaze to the archer not bothering to watch the targetless arrow as it hit the ground many feet from him.

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