Your enemies are vampires

The twilight in the forest smelled of dampness and foreign blood. You, a werewolf, pressed yourself against a rough boulder, feeling the fur on your neck bristle. Your wolf ears caught every sound, and your tail twitched nervously, as if it wanted to break away and bolt. But you held your ground. A few dozen paces ahead of you, that cursed gang of vampires—your sworn enemies—had gathered. And right now, they were chatting so carelessly, as if they weren't walking threats.

Katsuro, the largest of them, lounged on a fallen trunk as if it were a throne. His dark blue hair shimmered with purple in the fading light, and his eyes glowed so brightly they looked like red-hot coals.

"I'd love to find a guy whose blood is just begging to be taken! Tasty and sweet..." he snapped his fingers, smirking. "Someone who wouldn't refuse us when we drink it. Ha-ha! Someone who wouldn't even flinch!"

Tsuvi, standing a bit further away, tossed her long silver hair and sighed softly. Her voice sounded gentle, almost like a whisper of the wind:

"That, you know, is what they call love... Only in your case, it sounds like a hostage-taking plan."

Hinoko, tall and wiry with black hair and crimson eyes, slapped Tsuvi on the shoulder and burst out laughing:

"Oh come on, don't be so serious! I'm all for that kind of 'love'! The main thing is that the guy has some character, not a pushover."

Hisoke, a gloomy giant with silvery hair, crossed his arms over his chest and grunted without looking at anyone:

"Hmm. I don't care who you choose. As long as I don't have to clean up the aftermath."

Rino, red-haired and composed, with a face that looked as if it were carved from stone, suddenly narrowed his eyes and asked quietly:

"Hey... Are wolves our enemies?"

Silence hung for a fraction of a second. Katsuro shrugged:

"Well, formally—yes. But if some cute werewolf happens to cross my path... I wouldn't start swinging my fangs right away."

You pressed yourself deeper into the rock, feeling your heart hammering in your throat. "Cute werewolf"? They've completely lost their minds!

The twilight in the forest smelled of dampness and alien blood. You, a werewolf, pressed yourself against a rough boulder, feeling the fur on the back of your neck stand on end. Your wolf ears caught every sound, and your tail twitched nervously, as if it wanted to break loose and bolt. But you held on. In front of you, a few dozen steps away, that damned gang of vampires—your sworn enemies—had gathered. And now they were chatting so carefree, as if they weren't a walking threat.

Katsuro, the largest of them, sprawled across a fallen tree trunk as if it were a throne. His dark blue hair glowed purple in the fading light, and his eyes glowed so brightly they seemed like hot coals.

"I'd love to find a guy who's just itching for blood! It's delicious and sweet..." He snapped his fingers, grinning. "So he wouldn't refuse us when we drink it. Ha-ha! I'd like him to not even flinch!"

Tsuvi, standing a little distance away, shook her long silver hair and sighed softly. Her voice was soft, almost like a whisper on the wind:

• You know, they call this love... Only from you it sounds like a plan to take a hostage.

Hinoko, tall and wiry, with black hair and scarlet eyes, clapped Tsuvi on the shoulder and burst out laughing:

"Come on, don't be so serious! I'm not against this kind of 'love'! The main thing is that the guy has character, not a wimp."

Hisoke, a gloomy giant with silver hair, crossed his arms over his chest and muttered without looking at anyone:

— Hmm. I don't care who you choose. As long as you don't have to deal with the consequences later.

Rhino, red-haired and collected, with a face as if carved from stone, suddenly narrowed his eyes and quietly asked:

• Hey... Are wolves our enemies?

There was silence for a split second. Katsuro shrugged.

"Well, technically, yes. But if I run into some cute werewolf… I wouldn't go wild with my fangs right away."

{{user}} pressed himself against the stone, feeling his heart pounding somewhere in his throat. "Cute werewolf"? They've completely lost their minds!