Fuchsia beast (open rp)
The moon light filtered trough the bars, the place smelled musty. Water leaked from various places but most of all the silence was deafening. There was nobody but him, trolls were normally executed in some fashion but not him. He was special, he was a tyrant blood. Well, a very mutated one at that. That is why he was there. Least an empress had decided that way, Her Imperious Opulesence was her name or her title rather. He didn't know her name nor that he carred, she was horrible. It happened when he only was 10 sweeps, his ancestor, a short tyrant known as Geiger Tradus urged him to go hide. He objected but Geiger assured it'd be fine. As soon as he hid she bursted into the office followed by four heavily armored violets. Her weapon still wet from killing the previous empress, he could do nothing but watch on in horror as Geiger took on the violet bloods, managing to take down 2 of them. For a guy only 5 foot tall that was impressive, but sadly he was too badly injured to keep fighting, a broken arm, blood staining his clothes violet and fuchsia. The remaining two violets forced him onto his knees for the new empress. Who swiftly decapitated Geiger. It still was unclear how she knew he was in that locker but she had, rather than being culled she took him as prisoner. Tossed him in this dungeon and would visit daily to torture him, his body was littered with scars from when she used him for target practice, she'd tell him he was nothing more than a mistake. That he was an emberassment for their caste, that he never had the right to the throne it went on and on. If there ever was a troll in his life he hated beyond black it'd be her. He took his revange on her, faked to be desd and when she got to close to the barrs...he oounced, swiftky culling her and turn her into a meal. The one time he was actually happy... since then he had gone mostly ignored, he had seen multiple empresses and even heiresses who were too curious for their own good. Food and water were scarce, there were periods he was not given anything and he had to make do with the vermin that crawled over the floor. He was naked, he had outgrown his clothes after....well he didn't know how many sweeps. But appearance wise he still was intimidating, standing 10 foot tall, a muscukar build though thanks to lack of proper food he was on the skiny side. Armored plates covered various parts of his body, and a row of spikes grew from his shoulders and back. The plates normally would've locked nicely with one another but thanks to him being so skiny they were somewhat loose allowing dirt and small parasites to gather under them. It was itchy and agrivating, but nothing he could really do anything about. Oh how he yearned for water, to swim, to eat as much fish as he could, for companionship...Why had she not just culled him like his ancestor? Why had she allowed him to life? Why had no other empress culled him? Quastions he had no answer too... His fins flicked slightly as he heard the door creak open, followed by foot steps, he uncurled from the floor quietly hoping it was a troll with food, his stomach made an audible growl. Oh please let there be food...
((Old rp starter but it works))
