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The3thund3rsroar started following you
"May I help you?" Vidrina asked, not sparing a glance from her book. She tried to avoid contact with champions she was unable to summon; they made her uneasy. This one in particular. The ex-soldier felt like she had met this champion before, but everything felt so off.
"I have to ask, have you ever thought about lowering your voice and giving your caps lock a break?"
MY WHAT LOCK.
th3thund3rsroar started following you
Twitch hadn't had to look so far up often, but the man with the snowy white hair seemed as tall as Braum if not taller. "Hoooh boy, how big do you people get? My poor little neck can handle so much you know." Twitch never really met a man with hair so white, other than maybe Riven.
"You make a pretty cute chick." Bjorn laughs.
"If you don't find someone else to annoy you'll make a pretty good corpse in your grave very soon."
"Lady Sejuani... you are more intimidating than your legends say..." He stuttered as he knelt down in front of her.
"Hm." She studied the man for a few moments, her expression relatively blank, though her mind was anything but inactive. "I'm glad to hear that my feats have already begun to become stories of legend. All the better to let my enemies know who they face in battle."
Icy blue eyes shifted upon catching sight of the dark tattoo on the man's back, and a half-smile crossed her features for a brief moment. "You may rise, though; I'd recognize that symbol anywhere. How do you fare today, brother of the Winter's Claw?"
th3thund3rsroar:
"I WILL NEVER BE A PUSHOVER! I WOULD RATHER DIE THEN SEE SOMEONE ELSE’S DIRTY FEET TROD UPON MY PEOPLES LAND! I WILL NEVER ROLL OVER AND JUST DIE LIKE SOME KIND OF PATHETIC INSECT! I have more strength than you can possibly imagine.” Bjorn roared, giving her a glimpse of the beast within him. A bolt of lightning sounded in the distance in empathy of his roar. If it was a fight she wanted, a show of strength, she would be in for one heck of a fight.
Sejuani smirked, pleased. Yes, this man had a fire in him...the true spirit of the north.
She offered him the dagger hilt first, the ancient sign of an offered pact.
"Then rise up, Bjorn. Your tribe is weak? Is lazy? Seize it. Show them the power behind your words, the force of your vision. Show them what you have shown me here, and know that you have a friend in the might of the Winter's Claw."
//Thread continued from here
Bjorn is 6'7" in human form and about 8 feet tall in beast form // I'm 6'7" irl
put your height in my askbox and i’ll reply if i’m shorter or taller than you
nami looked up at bjorn, he towered over her. “you’re much taller than me! i don’t enjoy feeling inferior.”
// however the difference in height between bjorn and nami is nothing compared to how much taller you are then me! holy moly i’d be so scared to stand next to you. >///<
+15
"How about a big warm welcome hug from me? Eh?"
He says with open arms.
