War was such a fickle thing.
He'd kill one enemy, only to have another one pop up in its place. Nonetheless it was extremely irritating. Luckily he cared not for the outcome of the war, so the enemy's seemingly endless supply of troops didn't excessively bother him.
His fangs sunk into an enemy werewolf's neck before he ripped the chunk of meat out. The wolf fell with a howl that was drowned out by the cries of war.
Being a foot soldier was also tiring. It was such a robotic process; bite the wolves covered in green cloth, dodge every now and then, and escape with his tail tucked between his legs when the commander ordered a retreat.
He entertained the idea of becoming a commander before throwing the ludicrous thought to the stale wind. Leading others wasn't something he was suited for.
A large brown werewolf got the jump on him as it pounced onto his back. He prepared himself to buck the annoying beast off his spine when an idea occurred to him. Why not change things up a bit?
The brown werewolf tore into his neck, fur and all. He let it.
His legs wobbled, and he toppled to his side as the loss of blood weakened his knees. More green clothed wolves joined their comrade as they ganged up on him. He felt the sting of pain as they ripped his body into shreds, heard the howls of agony as his allies were brought down in the same barbaric manner as he was.
He did nothing to stop it.
His heart slowed, and he allowed his eyes to droop shut. The enemy werewolves finally finished mauling him and moved onto their next target.
This war really was boring. Maybe he should become a deserter; at least then he'd get a change of scenery.
His heart fluttered to a stop, as silent as the battlefield would never be.
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Her Unkillable Soulmate
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