It was instilled in us at a young age, as soon as we reached the age of understanding. Never to cross the world between supernaturals and humans. This was before the war and the existence of the quadbrid that tore the human world apart. My ancestors made a treaty as a way of protecting us from other clans but mostly from ourselves.
The board consisted of a member from each clan: the nosferatu, Marcus Griffon; the spell-caster, Ivy Dutchman; the lycanthrope, Darius Rein; the siren, Aquious Trump; and the quadbrid, Celicuis Bridge-ford.
Beyond their distaste for humans, each clan's arcane justifications for who should own the dragons was the only obstacle that divided us. They belonged to the witches because we knew how to control them and the rest of the board believed otherwise.
Everything you think you know about the world changes once you hear our story.
To know us is to understand us. We exist, we just stay hidden in the shadows. There's a history behind each clan that resulted in rivalry, but the quadbrid made a truce as he had a foot in each world. He was the most powerful in the realm.
I only know what I've been told, but long ago his father, the ruler of the underworld—Linus Bridge-ford, the siren's king—came on land and fell in love with a human, or so he thought. She had the power of a witch but the eyes of a lycanthrope.
This was before the war started between the humans and the supernaturals. A time when we co-existed, or merely tolerated each other. There are few that we think still exist out there that know about us but we wiped out a whole generation of humans that tried to destroy us.
Hundreds of years ago humans killed the quadbrid's mother, Victorian Philistine. That was where the war began.
The quadbrid, Celicuis Bridge-ford shows them mercy each day by allowing them to still roam the earth. The law is we only hunt them if they hunt us. Most of the population does not know we exist. They hear the stories, but most believe that they are that of fiction, tales you tell at bedtime to frighten the youth.
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The quadbrid's anatomy differed from the rest of us. That was what made him unique.
In the 1700s, many were threatened by his existence, much like they had been of his mother's. The vampires' long rivalry with the wolves prompted this attack. They ambushed him in the dark of the night and drained him of most of his blood. He barely fought them off before biting one of the blood-suckers, killing him.
The bite of a werewolf was lethal. Though it was given that you would have eternal life, there were two ways of killing them, a stake through the heart or the bite of a werewolf.
Before his last breath was drawn he tapped into the forbidden black magic, the one where witches were cast away if they performed it. He recited the spell that first made the original vampires and cast it on himself then took a hunting knife and slit his throat. The story is when he reawakened his eyes changed, they were no longer silver like steel but gold and mystic like that of a burning sun.
Though he broke the rules to survive, no one would dare challenge him having been born of siren and lycanthrope blood, having the power of the spell-casters and now the force of the nosferatus made him untouchable. The concept of time is different for each supernatural entity. The werewolves age normal like humans, the nosferatu are here for an eternity until someone decides to drive a stake through their heart. The witches slow their aging process, think of it like this what is 50 years of a human's life is 1 year for a witch. The sirens were immortal unless they stayed on land too long.
There was no weapon made for the quadbrid. A normal stake that would kill a vampire once driven through their heart, would barely leave a scratch on the quadbrid and the rest of the clans felt threatened by the power he wielded. The world as you know it looked different behind the gates of the mystic forest where the witches built a dome over the emerald lands. We all were barricaded within its walls unless given permission to go outside to hunt of what was left in the land of the living.
Authorization was only granted to those we called the grave walkers. The grave walkers were a supernatural team trained to hunt and scavenge for us. It was forbidden for any other creature to leave the lands.They were charged in bringing back carcasses for the rest of the vamps to feed on. I have never heard of any one other than the grave walkers exiting our walls. The humans that remained usually hid from us so the vampires had to feed on the animals that still roamed the earth. Though their hatred for the blood of creatures in the wild ran deep. They had to feed on them to survive.Even if they came face to face with a human, feeding on them would have led to banishment because we can't harm nor kill them, it's the law, that doesn't stop them from being scared of us though.
There are camps out there, underground bunkers, where councils meet and discuss us. We know about them but not of their locations. There is a gate keeper by the path that separates us from the human world. Each person from the clans has three numbers mystically tattooed on their wrist by method of the witches. It was a way of ensuring that we only left the lands when given authorization too. The gate keeper would scan the numbers with his ancient witch talisman. Going outside of the gates of the forest was forbidden punishable by death even for the children.
