As so often happens, Karkat had become restless, taken by a wanderlust that gave him a need to explore other places, see other versions of his new and native homeworlds. Having gotten a safe set of coordinates from his Sollux, who was always happy to supply them in return for souvenirs the cancer brings him, he’s arrived in the drizzling new iteration of Alternia.
It seems both foreign and familiar at the same time, but the wilder parts often do so. Keeping the glow of his skin muted, the six foot tall, mutant blooded rainbow drinker with silver eyes walks cautiously along, sniffing the air for the presence of others. The rain washes out most scents, but he does pick up a faint whiff of someone, a highblood. It’s difficult to tell how new it is, but experience tells him it can’t be that old and must emanate from somewhere nearby. His ears prick toward the apparent source of it, body shifting into active defense mode in case the other troll is still around and proves to be more foe than friend.
The Indigo barely had any attention for intruders, even though he did look and stayed cautious in case. He was pretty sure that no one would try something, but one could never know, there could be someone foolish enough to make an attempt. His hands loosened themselves as he stopped again, crouching and picking what appeared to be random leaves, the clench of his fingers made them crunch.
Kurloz could admit that the sound brought some comfort, it was almost like the sounds of bones breaking when he hit his opponents with his clubs. The residue remained on his fingers though, a faint curl of distaste and he wiped it off on his clothes. Luckily there was no one to see, yet he was becoming aware of another presence. Maybe it had been a small sound, maybe luck, but he did become even more wary.
His own stance shifted, making sure that no one would jump upon him and give him a surprise that could end his life.
