Blood. The smell that was usually so pleasant now made him want to puke. It was everywhere, surrounding him, traveling in the winds that gently blowed on the mountains. The trees cast shadows on the forest ground, covering what little light the full moon could provide. Corpses surrounded him, corpses of beasts, huge humans with deformed limbs and fur covering their skin. Those corpses he did not care about. Each werewolf destroyed sent a wave of relief through his body. However, there was a more prominent smell. One that he could sense above all else. The smell of vampire blood. Corpses of his own people, destroyed and thorn apart by the claws of the damned beasts.<br/><br/>Erwin closed his eyes, letting a sigh escape from his lips, as he laid back, resting against a tree, the corpse of a werewolf on his feet. His muscles were screaming to him, begging for blood. He had fed the night before, but the effort of the fight had exhausted him. The werewolves had entered the territory of his clan as soon as the sun disappeared on the horizon, looking for a fight. The vampires had met them, far enough from their nest so that it wouldn't be discovered by the werewolves. And they had been fighting, for hours, trying to defend what was theirs.<br/><br/>And Erwin was exhausted. He wasn't strong. Not nearly as strong as the majority of his clan. But he had fought, nevertheless, to the last of his strength.<br/><br/>The man felt his body tremble with the effort of standing up. He allowed himself to fall to the ground, kicking the corpse of the werewolf he had been fighting. Erwin was covered in blood, both his own and from others, his clothes teared, and his body full of scars from claws and teeth. Scars that would heal when he had the chance to drink. Erwin knew he should just stand up and run back. If a werewolf found him, he would be dead in seconds. There was no strength left in him to fight. The only problem was, he also didn't have the strength to go back.<br/><br/>He could hear, very far away, the last breath of the battle. The vampires managed to send the werewolves away, for the moment, at least. Erwin knew they could reproduce much easier than the vampires, and it wouldn't take longer for them to recruit more for their pack. It was worrying.<br/><br/>With another sigh, Erwin allowed himself to close his eyes again, although still paying attention to his surroundings. To be caught off guard would be incredible stupid. He didn't have a breath to catch, but he needed a moment before he tried to return to the safety of his nest.