Moonspear Kings fight for empires, madmen for applause.

They were watching from afar, curious greens amongst the arguements, and a smile settling by. A simple bystander, with a grin that widened with a screech of "wolfeater!" However as one descended, so did many. From out of the fog they appeared, upon the beast they came, and as delicious as they look, death was what awaited if they stayed. Even the most prideful beings knew that, and every instinct told Monty to run.

There was but one who did not attack, and skulked away in a defeated sense. A thought came to mind, as unknown beings clamped onto the sandy being, and ripped away their flesh. They don't know who got what, and what was taken, but only pure adrenaline moved themself forward, to escape. Forward the the blackened being, Arcturus, they grinned wildely at them in particular, before fleeing into the wilderness. However, wounded and bloodied.. 

Chunks taken, and yet they took none.

Fear for them Moonspearians, they will be back.