Moonspear Kings fight for empires, madmen for applause.

hello there friends

Their dinner- taken and disappeared. To the darkness he ran, but alive they knew. So tasty, a nectar remaining on their dried face as the savoured the last bit of what had transpired. Yet, they had trouble seeking out what was theres, and grew aggitated by the day. They had yet to have a proper feast, and if not for the white wolf, who would it be? They may dream of the figure, but their stomach cries for reality.

A hunter of many, Monty scorched the earth for what was theres.. Leading to the scent of here. What was here? More wolves that brought a smile to the beast's face, but yet- not what they wanted. They could smell him, distant, but around. Where? Where was he? There was only so much time before another could be taken, but not wish to give up the favorite drink just yet.

There was a chance to be found.

Tresspassing, but the beast knew of no manners or belongings. They care not for the bickering behind, but the simple aroma of Rosencrantz... Except.. Now another smell, came to the air. Just as delicious- perhaps even more, but they needed to try before the comparison.

Greeneries with an eerie stare, blank but hungry toward the trio who fought.