Feint yellow lights flicker amongst the darkened trees casting shadows deeper into the forested path. A caravan of 20 armed guards, with the sounds of horse hoofs clapping against stone and sludging through mud. The carts being pulled by horses were carrying heavy cages, protecting the vulnerable humans within them. The humans were packed very tight in the cages, with only ripped slave rags on their backs to keep them warm against the night.

The guards marched casually. Their crimson eyes straight ahead and ignoring the scent of so much warm blood all in one place. They escorted the slaves through a winding path towards a city and it's walls barely can be seen peeking far in the distance.

The guards walked with their hands on their sword grips. Amongst them, a driver of the carriage sat at the front, hunched forwards over to avoid the scent of delicious human blood. Dovek hated this job, since it always left him the hungriest out of everyone in the escort. Maybe besides the slaves themselves, not that he cared how hungry they were anyways.

Being a creature of the night Dovek never got tired, unlike the creatures of the day. History speaks of a time where humans ruled over the continent; Darka. But Dovek could not imagine in his wildest fantasies of such a weak creature ever being dominant... In any eco system.

Dovek snapped into focus and stopped the caravan at 3 splitting paths. All of which passes through Lycanthrope territory's recently recaptured by werewolves too stubborn or stupid to realize they've been beat already.

The General who is leading the vamps could be seen making his way from the front towards Dovek's direction.

"Driver!" the general commanded. Dovek instinctually straightened up, like a response to a superior predator.

"Take us through the fastest way, my men will take whatever danger that comes." He barked

Dovek tried to mask the surprise and confusion on his face. "I'm not diving into the mouth of a Lycanthrope..." He said and the general smirked at the comment.

"Don't worry, my men aren't like you; born from common vampiric mongrel bloodlines" said the general. "We don't turn into bats or anything, but this clan carries the magic strain."

"I'm familiar with this area so... hmm..." Dovek searched his mind to piece together a picture of where to go "The middle path is the fastest, and the straightest. I don't know about the level of danger" Dovek reported

"Men!" General Megnak Shouted "Straight on the middle path!"