SHATTERED PRINCE

Indie Trollhunters CANON-DIVERGENT RP & Ask blog: BULAR the VICIOUS,SON OF GUNMAR the BLACK. follows back from momos-trolls current location: the outskirts of Arcadia Oaks

[geckoodles]

Breaking out of artblock to bring a commission of @broken-crcwn’s version of Bular. Thank you for the support!

[broken-crcwn]

"Welcome back, Bular. I have to admit, Arcadia was much too quiet without you." @arcadiaoaksusedbooks

The massive Gumm-Gumm whirls in preparation to devour whoever dared to--

But, he pauses.

"Nadia?"

[broken-crcwn]

Something that would fix Bular... Well, there's not much that he would accept, but perhaps the one friendship he doesn't understand would be enough of a start. She hopes anyway. [ @crystal-grotto ]

Hisses.

Ruck off.

[broken-crcwn]

Arcadia has not changed. But what is a few paltry years to a creature like him? A thousand years old, and still young ...

Mn. More cameras, though.

Irritating.

[spunsugarmusings]

Anonymously tell my muse what either your muse or you, the mun, think would fix them

[broken-crcwn]

After several years in Yellowstone, guess who is making his way back towards Arcadia.

Just to see what has gone on in his absence.

[broken-crcwn]

// I come out of dormancy thanks to Gecko and a netflix film called Swapped lmao

what is up ya'll? Quick life update:

I am DIVORCED as of Last Friday after my ex wife took off and left me behind last July. Now we just have to sell the house and I get to move on and never look back to the absolute waste these past 17 years was.

If there is still a TOA community or even just people with characters that would interact with a single displaced Gumm-Gumm with breathtaking anger management issues, drop me a line! I work a 9-5 now so I feel more human after 8 years of clocking in at like, 4am.

[geckoodles]

Back at some Swapped designs, this time with Bular. For this crossover the Gumm-Gumms are a group of Pookoo that live on the mainland of the valley and are all darker furred, more hostile (willing to use and make weapons), and turned carnivorous to survive.

[broken-crcwn]

Soft growl.

[dont-thinlc-become]

"I know how hard living in the Darklands is. Can be. But there's no way to guarantee that your tribe won't immediately go back to eating humans- and that's a threat both to the people I care about and the ones you care about. It's not the middle ages anymore, Bular. If people go missing, if the wrong person sees a troll as dangerous..."

"They'll kill everyone. Not just the troll who did it."

"Your father wouldn't have ever stopped. You knew him better than I did."

"...I, uh, brought you some supplies to send through a fetch. It's not a lot, but it might help with rationing."

[broken-crcwn]

He knows things have changed. He knew it better than his father did. But knowing was not his duty -- getting his sire and his tribe back out of exile was. After that, they could have figured things out.

But there was that witch who spoke of an eternal night. A siren who sung into his father's ear and swayed his heart and mind all at once.

What a cunt.

He'd kill Morgana if he had the chance.

But it is ... so difficult to admit defeat, even so many years later.

"Fetch or not," he growls softly. "What aid could have been sent is too little too late."

"You won, James Lake Junior," snarls the broken prince. "Revel in your victory."

[dont-thinlc-become]

"Troll terror. ...how's everything going?"

[broken-crcwn]

A harsh snort of steam.

"Since you killed my father? Condemned the remainder of my tribe to rot in the Dark Lands?"

"Or are you asking about something else?"

[geckoodles]

Breaking out of artblock to bring a commission of @broken-crcwn’s version of Bular. Thank you for the support!

[broken-crcwn]

@dont-thinlc-become

"Boy wonder."

[broken-crcwn]

Ah, yes. It is nearing October.

GOURD SEASON.

[broken-crcwn]

Hello. I have many bees in the place you’d least expect them.

[broken-crcwn]

Bular was awake, and it just so happens that a familiar face happened to be out and about in his general proximity. It doesn't take too long for him to be scented and found but the changeling maintains a respectful distance from the Gumm-Gumm out of force of habitual caution - it's been so long since they had last interacted that the she-troll didn't want to press luck.

'...Long time, no see.' Alex greets softly. [crystal-grotto]

It has been... more than a year since he has been here. Honestly, closer to two. Two turns of the four seasons and all the hardships that come with them.

Winter is bitter where he has gone. It is an early season, and sometimes grips far longer than it needs to, battering summer like an unliked step-whelp. But Bular is built for winter. And... all he has to do these days is survive.

But he has migrated.

California is as dry and hot as he remembers, covered in fire as per the usual. His old territory has long since recovered from the massive wildfire that burnt it to the ground, and so, he lurks along old borders.

The shattered prince smells her before he hears her.

What a pathetic ghost of his former self he is.

Still, the black troll draws in a breath, and ... chuffs.

Whuffle.

And again.

Hurff.

It is good to hear a familiar voice.

"A blissful mercy," Bular thrums, voice full of gravel from disuse. "Impure."

@crystal-grotto

[broken-crcwn]

Big yawn.