Within the attack, the male vampire as well as the female had no other choice, their natural inferiorities compared to that of the wolves submitting their lives in the unfortunate case. Hands once clasped on ears weakly tugged at the fur atop of the male wolf's head, before going limp and dying very quickly. The female let out a shriek, but even with as ear-piercing as her scream was, the howl drowned it out all the same. The thuds wouldn't have been heard as the howl was over, for the beasts within surely had to suffer that more than just tonight, and their hearing would be weakened immensely by now after these long decades of thriving.
The blood that the male consumed, be it accidentally or instinctively, grew to a very pleasurable state, giving him a renewed energy. The wind would've left his lungs for a moment, depending on how much he savored, and his breathing would've been cleared from the potent formation of this blood. Nevertheless, it had no other effects but a new taste to a strange mouth, and with that, the voices were heard inside.
Laughter, cheering, shouting, and mocking. All of these components were heard deep within the temple, as whimpers and loud, ferocious barks echoed randomly, followed quite quickly with whincing. Looking down the path, one could only see the end of stairs leading downwards. However, if they braved it, they would come to a very large, rectangular platform with the beast inside.
There would be about twenty seven vampires, some within their horrid formations of bat and man, strewn about the area. However, none of them were armored well, and their weapons were that of ceremonial rather than defensive. There were three of the smaller species dancing atop of a hill of black fur, proving that as it rose and lowered, it was living.
The face was the first thing to be seen, along with the state the monster was in. Large bolts, hammered into its feet and hands, sprawling him out upon the floor as blood, both fresh and dried, covered the area around it. Along its biceps more bolts were seen, tearing through skin to meet with the ground, stone cracked below the bolts to prove how deep such metal delved. The face of the monster was all that was needed to be seen to confirm both the legends about it, and the painful howls it had been crying out for so long.
The beast's face in its entirety was decorated with slashes and bites. And even along its maw, deep scratches caused from claws or nails were seen, vivid and prominent. His eyes seemed to be the only things that were unharmed, but even then, a scrape could be witnessed along a left closed eye. The mouth remained shut, most of the time, for only the vampires knew of the bolt that connected his bottom jaw to the floor, which proved to be very painful during times of howling. One can only imagine the physical torture such a beast had to go through, and would have if these two fellow beasts were not willing to rescue him.
But yet, as these vampires were healthy and nourished in the beast's blood, they were frail. All of them, even those in beast form, lacked meat upon their bones, skin stretched out along anorexic bodies. For they survived off of the beast's blood and the beast's blood alone. The curse of both of these beasts countered any progress that such blood could offer to any other kind. As the vampires were creatures of blood hunger and the blood of such a monster halted just that. The flavor of the curse drowned all other desires to consume, all except this beast. And because of that, their bodies took a toll, that they lived in happiness rather than health, that every day they would continue to weaken to the point that it would mean their very fall, as of today. Not a single creature in this room would've been capable of escaping in time for two, let alone one, healthy, powerful wolves crawling in.
But yet, at that moment, they would see much if they entered at that moment. Aside from three, miniature, two feet tall gremlins with their sticks, poking into the creature's fur back, there were several vampires to their left, three female and four male, harvesting on one another. On the nearest right corner of the platform, closer to the entrance, two frail vampires in bat-form were seen, standing tall and fighting against one another with matched, weak strength. Towards the far back a fatter vampire sat in a broken throne, a female upon his lap who obviously care to look at the wall with a grin rather than the leader's face. And none showed any remorse for their actions against the beast in before them.
And so, Farthok the Untamed, the Treacherous, the Starving, was now that of a morsel. Farthok the Humiliated, the Harvested, the Imprisoned had taken over and replaced him. And now, as the beast stared to the stairway, for once in many years tears came streaming down the sides of its eyes, sensing, and soon seeing, that which lied above to save him. But these tears seemed to never end, as if they built up for this moment to show the gratitude, the reward in humiliation, for those who would save him, or at least save him from this fate.