Occasionally, a beast that has earned the favour of his patron god sprouts a thick crown of long, jet-black horns from his skull. He is often acknowledged as the warberd's chieftain without a challenge; so obvious are the Dark Gods' blessings. Rivulets of blood constantly trickle from where the horns have pushed through his forehead, and it is obvious to all that the bearer has truly been marked for greatness.Such an individual is supremely confident in his position at the pinnacle of the warherd.