#batitaros

[crystal-grotto]

@batitaros

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I cannot stomach your kin's blood they say. Well. That was a minor relief; yet the ensuing contact of talons to flesh, working around her own limbs to get better grip, had Alex's heart leap frightfully up into her throat. Even if they couldn't eat her they could still-- ah fuck that hurt!

Crying out wordlessly as the stranger hefted her up to stand, the searing pain of multiple injuries at once makes the changeling's vision swim with stars. Nausea too battles for dominance in her stomach. By some sheer force of willpower, however, the woman manages to not retch. Instead she'll sway unsteadily once great paws of the bat-troll-thing release her; she just... needed a moment to gather herself.

'Uh-huh-' A distracted agreement. Once again hands find themselves pressing around the worst of wounds to staunch agitated weeping. 'More might show up...'

[batitaros]

Koz’mari is fully plotted out. He can use his forelimbs as dactyl limbs only because his wings can counter against the weight of his torso. his hips are fused, he isn’t actually a taur. one set of organs, one hip bone, one torso. his bioluminescent patches and skin is red for a reason via evolution. in the dark red is effectively invisible. it’s one of the first colors of the spectrum to vanish in shadow. So if he’s not displaying, I. E. hunting, he’s VERY hard to see.

that’s about all i got on him for now.

[breweress]

@batitaros

the big troll had more than made himself at home, a burrow now in the center of her shed’s floor.

Moments after a familiar set of limbs hoisted the troll from the lair. “hmn? yes, quite alright. almost done actually.” he held a large rock in his lower arms, moving it to the side.

She looked on in horror at the hole in the floor, and the veritable cave underneath it. Koz, at least, was unhurt, and she exhaled a short sigh of relief, before realizing, “My shed...”

Was it normal for trolls to do things like this? To just -- dig? “What are you doing?” She tried and failed to hide the shock in her voice as best she could.

[ipreferplantsoverpeople]

there is a decidedly NOT goblin baby stumbling up to Eden, whimpering. Big eyes and even bigger ears quivering. It looked incredibly similar to the large troll native to the Darklands that had gifted the native tubers.

Eden got down on their knees to be closer to the little creature's level, they tilted their head to the side, and opened their arms, to offer comfort. As it was unlikely they would be able to properly communicate with the little one.

[changeling-mama]

@batitaros

“…” a considerable confusion crossed his features before he answered “Lost. One minute i was in the Darklands stalking prey, the next…” he motioned to around them “here. somewhere.”

“That’s it?” she asked, brow furrowing. She didn’t trust trolls, least of all those from the darklands, but strange magic had been plaguing trolls all over the county of late it seemed. “Just ...” She gestured helplessly. “Poof, you’re here?”

[pawnshopsouls]

K'oshmari frowned at the shorter troll, both sets of arms crossed. The big fellow very evidently on edge. "are you this... Ganchief... the blade-touched were referring to?" his darkened stone and lack of glow marking him very hard to see in the low light of the Darklands.

Bonely looked up at the tall, dark stranger before him, frowning at the darkened silhouette that seemed to glare down at him.

“I am,” he said, putting his hands on the sides of his belt. “‘N’ who’re you?” Out from behind K’oshmari, Hrothug came and bowed to the caster, grunting a brief explanation. Bonely raised an eyebrow at the thrall and then folded his arms as he looked up at the darkened troll.

“So, yeh helped wrangle a fire-mad thrall,” he mused, lifting a hand to tap his chin. “That’s appreciated, but Hrothug said he promised yeh compensation. So whada yeh want?”

[ipreferplantsoverpeople]

@batitaros liked this for a starter

Eden looked up at the strange looking troll, he didn't look like any of the other trolls that they had seen before. They wondered what he wanted.

[breweress]

@batitaros

A low rumble answered her, hackles raising slightly though he went still in his struggling. “I… ” He sniffed at the air trying to pick up the scent of who spoke to him “Darkness… I need out of the light… it hurts my eyes…”

Thank goodness Marius was at home. She did what she could to breathe evenly, and nodded. “I...I can help, I think.” If he was willing to trust her, anyway. “My name is Polly. I can take you inside.”