It has been many years since the war between magical creatures and beings, as well as mortals had ended. Witches and Wolves formed a blood pact that has been passed down in their lineage from generation to generation, they were allies with wizards and a handful of the vampire clans. Some hunters had come to a quiet agreement. It was peaceful.
However, some of them refused the peace treaty between their races once the wars had ended. Vampires hunted down humans from time to time, wolves would take game away from mortal hunters, and the hunters would try to capture and sell away some of the creatures as slaves. This was one of those nights in a large busy city, a dim light glowing in the room from the outside view, down the stairs in an alley and inside furthur down was a posh space, filled with round tables and masked people, laughing drinking, as a hunter would come up and show off their catches, explained the qualities...and the selling would start.
In a dark corner of the room, around the circular table that had a small candle flicking back and forth with the quiet breaths. There was a small group of figures wearing thin black hoodies, their hoods covering their faces and features. A well manicured nail would trace around the circle of a drinking glass made of pure crystal, letting it sing its hauntingly beautiful tune softly. One was silently writing things in a book, and the third was resting, arms crossed, lips curled in a form of disgust at the vampire who looked to be dying out with ribs showing through his pale skin. It was obvious he hadn’t been fed while trapped behind his bars. There was a loud slam of the gavel, and the cage was wheeled out, with a hefty price of 5,000 on that poor vampire’s head.
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