Whitebark Stream i died for beauty

the sneer on vex's lips echoes the hellish curl of sos's lips in the distance; as if he and the hellursine, believed beargod are connected by a thread; a mirror of one another. disturbing others is my particular talent, vex purls with haughty delight. rule one of strategy: never betray your emotions to your opponent. clearly, he was already a thorn beneath the skin of this shadow pelaged stranger.

perhaps if you picked a territory further away from my borders your rest would not be disturbed. comes the suggestion with the same air of boredom that might accompany someone examining and picking at their nails; unfortunately for vex he lacked the necessary fingers and fingernails to pull that off. whitebark stream wasn't necessarily close enough to legion that it should ignite any territoriality within vex ...and instead he was just being a jerk because, well, he could.