When two tribes go to war

Blood drenched fields. Smell of metallic. Armies glimmered in silver and gold. Numbers diminished, all stood in rows.

Sleek midnight horses bayed and snorted hot breath. Their own Armour curving over their muscled bodies.

Bodies lay half submerged in bloody mud and water. Decaying and giving back to the earth what they had taken...

Their essence of life.

The men's faces set like steel. Fangs at the ready. Fighting tooth and claw with stake and sword. Bitter rivalry of man and immortal

Human vs vampire