Dzenik; Alturo; Karmir; Demitr , Awaken, Beast!
(( Going to use memories to portray these. ))
His hive had been oddly silent for an hour or so. Getting up to move around and start thinking about what he would have for dinner, Dzenik walked out of his respiteblock and down the hall towards the nutritionblock. Rounding a corner to walk into the destined room, he stopped in his tracks upon the sight of a gnarled, broken, and batter corpse on the floor. Immediately side-stepping over to one side, away from the doorway, he cast a quick glance around the room. Spotting the hulking figure of the Balverine across the room, it stared at him with beady black eyes. It wanted him to cook for it, like it always did. Looking back to the corpse on the floor, he frowned, rolling up his sleeves. Tonight of all nights, his lusus chose to bring home a troll rather than a feral creature. For what reason, he did not know. But, if he wanted to save his own skin, he would do as his lusus oh so politely requested of him.
Walking silently around the giant figure of the sleeping snake, Alturo exited his hive, bladed fans hook through one of his belt buckles for the moment. Crawling up through the short tunnel that led up to the surface, he peered up and out at the surrounding forest, then lifted himself up into the dim sunlight. It was easiest to hunt in the daytime while other trolls slept. Dusting himself off, he covered the hold he'd come out of. Walking off through the rainforest he lived in, it was a little while before he came upon a more densely populated area that had cropped up not too long ago. It seemed, a few sweeps ago, that more trolls had "moved in", so to speak. Not the safest place for them to live, certainly. All of them were in the mid to low range. Walking through the hives, he started off towards one that displayed olive-tinted windows. Hopping up to grab one window ledge, he pulled himself up easily enough to crouch down outside that window, looking into a living room where a medium-sized barkbeast lusus had curled up and slept on the couch. Sliding the window open silently, he slipped inside the hive, taking out one of his fans, closing the window after himself. The beast didn't stir yet. It wasn't an altogether pleasant experience, but a rainbowdrinker had to eat too.
The redblood sat at the foot of the couch, watching the other current occupants of the hive. Seeing the orange one, his eyes narrowed. That one was causing problems for Rezzah, getting in between he and his previous moirail. He was an utter idiot as well, eating that honey. It was going to rot his brain if it hadn't already. What did the ceruleanblood actually see in Hyplae as a moirail? Perhaps he pitied him? But a sucessful diamond could not work from pity alone, could it?Regardless, Karmir did not enjoy being in the same room as the disgusting orangeblood. Legs crossed with hands resting on the floor in front of him, his nails raked along the floor quietly as his gaze followed Hyplae. He was in the way, he deserved to pay. For the mental anguish of Rezzah, for the better. Getting to his bare feet, he moved off around the side of the room, then changed his course so that he could approach Hyplae from behind and to the side. Then, as he reached out to brush his hand with Hyplae's, the ceruleanblood entered the room. Letting out a little growl, he turned and walked away. Should have done it sooner. Surely, it wouldn't take too terribly long to overrun his system with so much pain that he went into shock, possibly shutting down his body from his mind...
Swept up in a wave of anger, the seadweller's grip tightened considerably on the shaft of the tazer staff he held in his left hand. In his ears were plain white earbuds, the waterproof electronic tucked safely into a pocket as he listened to a medley of violins at the moment. Eyes glowing slightly with orange, he trudged along the shore of the sea, shaking his head and sending water droplets flying off of his hair. Eyes narrowing and fins lifting, he turned his head more slowly to one side, gaze stopping on the smaller figure near the tree line, crouched down. Their symbol displayed red. What was a redblood doing this close to the sea? Much less without a lusus? It didn't matter. Stress relief.Turning in the sand to fully face the other troll, Demitr started walking towards them. The female redblood, as one would expect, scrambled to get to her feet, turning to run. Just as the previous song ended and the Ode to Joy began, nearly silent at first, he raised his left arm, pulling it back as he turned. Throwing the staff end forward as the volume of the song rose, it sailed in an arc through the air towards the lowblood, skewering through muscle and bone at the ankle and pinning them there mid-run.
