Anna asked for grandchildren, more specifically an ectobaby for Atreto and Scilar, so instead I made her a Nabrok and Serloi ectobaby uAu Maybe I’ll be merciful and make her the grandchild she wanted later.
Days had gone by since a breakup between two trolls happened, and one side of it was taking it well, at least he thought he was. The other side? Who could say, there was no contact being made between them at all so he had no idea whether or not if he was okay. Maybe after this little ordeal in the bar he would message him to check up on his well being. He was still important to the Highblood, after all.
Though, Ricmen doubted he was still important to the other, he did say he’d rather not be friends. Or anything for that matter, but it wasn’t going to stop him from worrying.
The Highblood shook his head furiously and grabbed for his upcoming second shot, downing it in less than a second and slamming the small cup down. From the point he was sitting in at this particular bar, he could see everything. First floor and second floor of this open, rather rickety place. Everything ranging from the rustiest, to maybe a single Rare, seadweller laughing and hollering it up on the first floor. Now that he was actually becoming aware of his surroundings, and not dwelling in his thoughts, he finally realized how loud this place was.
Rowdy music, hooting & hollering, Lady Trolls dancing around and trying to seem desirable. All of it was just one, big, messy scene to Ricmen, and a bit boring too, he could go for some ruckus, but not like the ruckus the downstairs were causing. A good fight maybe, have someone lose a tooth or chip their horn. Throw someone against the bar, through the window, or through the window on the second floor so they’ll probably end up dead and rolling around on the street floor.
He chuckled cruelly at that thought, his lips finally spreading into a wide smile, and only leaving his face once his third shot came up. Down the hatch it goes, where it stops, it won’t do anything to him because he’s practically had a drink every day, for the past 2 & ½ sweeps. What a great lusus he had.
-=//==—> OMFG YOURE A BUGGRT BITCH THAN I THOUGHT< BUT YOU KNOW, ITS NOT MUY FUCKINGFAULT THISBITHC BEEN TRAUNED BY ONE OF TUOYR FELLEET TROLLS DO FUCK OFF MY SASS KRaAUKA.
HAHAHA! CALM YOUR ASS DOWN, MOTH⇶RFUCK⇶R, YOU’RE NOT IMPR⇶SSING MY SHIT WITH THAT PISS-POOR FUCKING ATTITUD⇶ OF YOURS! A FL⇶⇶T-TRAIN⇶D BITCH WR⇶CK⇶D YOUR ASS, SO TH⇶ FUCK WHAT? W⇶’RE NOT FUCKING ALMURIANS OR CUDDL⇶B⇶ASTS, W⇶’RE MOTH⇶RFUCKING TROLLS AND WR⇶CKING SHIT IS OUR FUCKING PR⇶ROGATIV⇶ AS A SP⇶CI⇶S!
JUST COM⇶ SIGN YOUR AMPUT⇶⇶ ASS UP FOR TRAINING WITH M⇶, LITTL⇶ FUCK⇶R, I’LL S⇶T YOUR ASS STRAIGHT!
You already did and now you’re sitting on the couch, fixing the laces into your clean boots. The metallic toe of the combat footwear seems to a little dull, so you finish off the last loop of string-pulling and you spit at the metal. Then, you grab for the cloth on your shoulder, wring it, and saw it over the spot until it’s bright and shiny. Your reflection glares back at you and the shoe drops to the floor beside its partner.
Tonight is slow, quiet. The waves several yards away from your hive leave a blurry roar on each wash. And as you glance out from the third-story window, you watch the dark rocks that seem to crawl from their sandy bed. They also break the waves along the cliffs, occasionally making the dark water erupt into a salty spray. Too bad you plan to leave soon. You aren’t sure how your time at Leonar’s may be spent, seeing that he got extremely mad the last time you were there. But now you have no other choice. Your moirail needs you.
Your gaze falls to your side and you reach over and take the harpoon gun. It’s lifted into the light and you run your sight to the metal wire clipped to one end of the spear. This was much like a fishing mechanism. Shoot, catch, reel in.
SA: You can go ahead and shout and laugh if you like. But there isn’t any record of you having a matesprit or kismesis right now. That'l be a litle rough when the drones come knocking son. Your name is on the list for the next colection cycle. I can move it to next swep if you’re interested in working with me.
-=//==—> … -=//==—> I see you have a pretty dirty hand there. Threatening a highblood into doing your bidding, even if it’s passive aggressive. But by the sound of it… it must be really important.
— utilitarianExtremist [UE] began pestering skepticalRazorback [SR] —
UE: It’s as serious for me as the threat of culing by the drones is for you. But my intent isn’t realy to threaten you Serloi. What I’m ofering is to save your life in exchange for your help with something. I ned you to ruin the life of a trol whose life you might enjoy ruining anyway.