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in his mind, bloodclan wasn't even a threat to the exiles now. they had fallen; no longer as powerful as they used to be. " a shame, really. i really respected you guys, but perhaps the exiles truly are better." after all, bloodclan still made alliances and neutrals and in henri's mind, a clan that couldn't function on it's own wasn't a very good at all. but of course, that was coming from the pretentious sorcerer himself.
he had dragged dead bodies in the bloodclan territory, had his fun with them and tore them open with his sharp claws, and stuffed them with his favorite flower, pink carnations. " perhaps this is a get-well-soon gift." he said, batting an eyelid before turning and walking away.
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Oh yes, this had certainly gotten the Bloodclan's attention. Fortunately, they had generously decided that sending the whole army was rather unnecessary. It would only take one. And so was sent Ol' Rab, to reveal what a proper threat looks like. On the muscular, shirt-wearing honey badger's back were the bodies that had been delivered to the Bloodclan. Intestines, flowers, and gore glazed over the top half of the grisly ratel's scarred body. Upon reaching the home of the Exiles, he'd shift his weight to the side and deposit the bodies right back from whence they had came. And then he'd... Not leave. He was a good dozen levels beyond the fleet-footed milksops who just stopped by to drop off NPC bodies before running away like wee vermin.
The badger wasn't going to leave until he accumulated a big fat pile of bodies himself. And not NPC ones either. The gruesome beastie firmly planted his feet, spat on the ground, and then let loose with a titanic, rattling roar! The honey badger's weight and height increased as he did so, growth manipulation granting him the size of a male lion!