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[Yokore]

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Yokore's glaive raised from the prone man's throat, resting by his side as cold dead eyes stared down upon him as if he was the prey of a greater beast. The fool had walked into his woods and challenged his right to lead, such was the Iron Code but such was also the folly of many weak minded fools who did not truly understand their ways. "Two hundred years since the council fell and yet I alone came back to reinstate us, I brought the Pines to power and now every little fool like you wishes to take my place and have the glory without any of the sacrifice... You and your kind are weak, but I will give you once chance to leave and a warning to go on. There is hunger in the woods, and anger." The Wildgraf let his rage subside, turning his back to the man for his one chance at survival. Yet his kindness was given only insult in return as he heard the man spit up his ground as he rose shakily to his feet. " What, you expect me to think a buncha' old dead trees got sum' kinda grudge? You're a loony you are."

Anger beyond words filled the man, black chain and helm however hid all emotion from sight as he turned to face the man, an unnaturally cold wind following his gaze. " The Pines are far from a 'bunch of dead trees' my friend, oh no her life is visible all around you. Shh, can't you hear her? Her voice echos on the chill wind with the howl o' each her wolves. And there.. Did you feel it? Her breath keeping chill the night so only the strong may grace her branches?" With an almost crazy twitch Yokore's head jerked about as he spoke all to draw attention away from the glaive that found it's way silently into the stomach of the now speechless man, standing in shock as death crept o'er his features. " Ahh that's it, the true feeling of the Pines. You feel it don't you? That unmistakable pain, like ice through the vein? The glaives the Warden's are her fangs and make no mistake, they are sharp." A swift kick dislodged the man from his blade with a soft thud upon the frozen ground. There would be no burial for the man, nor would his flesh be used to strengthen the Pines, no his insolence would leave him as only food for the carrion birds.