Moonspear Kings fight for empires, madmen for applause.

skip kuku & feel free to powerplay her around this attack, barring death

she wanted to cry. she wanted to scream. revui and arcturus clashed again, despite the spinning dervish of hydra's teeth. they would kill each other. they would rip each other. this was not how brothers should be! horror clenched her throat, but she dared not call. the dark bear would take control of her dominion. 

there was another. the snowdrop tore her terrified gaze away from the clashing pair to spot the lithe dark figure of jarilo casting off into the shadows. she followed the line of his attack; there! a stranger who did not smell of moonspear, who was not one of their own.

tormented, the girl granted herself purpose by churning her legs into some semblance of worthiness, moving faster and faster until she was a pale blur that struck at the demon, flank brushing that of the calmest ostrega brother, and in that moment she sought the clear, hungry taste of blood, a protectiveness for her home rising like a choking wave.