#foresttrolls

[runeterraarena]

Thrall's Disdain for the Forest Trolls:

"Forest trolls! I still can't believe they were ever a part of the Horde" (during the second war).

~Warcraft 3

[imaginary-ribbon-blog]

Day 576 within a old patch of the forest a forest troll tought a new being how to hide amongst the trees so that they could remain living in peace. For their magic helped the forest grown, from the tiniest mushroom to the tallest trees. • • • #forest #trolls #foresttrolls #moss #mushrooms #creature #creaturedesign #creatureart #nature #conceptart #fantasy #fantasyart #fantasysketch #fantasypainting #illustration #draweveryday #watercolourlandscape #watercolourdrawing #watercolourpainting #watercolourart #watercolour #light #vibrant #myth #legend #landscape #art #environmentart #magic #teaching https://www.instagram.com/p/B1EqIFPBOln/?igshid=1oz87v13aouus

[raenwynnnemophilist]

Chapter 8: The Predator and the Prey.

The wind tickled my short, choppy, red hair as we watched the deer eating it’s fair share of grass. We lay low on the edge of the forest line, patiently waiting. It had been two days now of following the deer in hopes of catching it’s other predator. Over the last month, food had become even more scarce resulting in some wolves dying from starvation. Watching them howl as their caved in bellies growled, was torture. After a few days, the alpha ended their suffering, and used them as a means to keep the rest of the pack alive. My own sunken stomach growled at the thought of food. Even some berries would have been a gift from the Titans themselves. I blinked, and tugged myself back to reality. 

The sun was ¾ of the way on it’s descent, and no clouds were in sight. Crickets could be heard, but no skittering of squirrels and rabbits. Even those were dwindling. Nothing moved, save a bird or two, and my heart felt like it would hammer it’s way out of my chest. A burning sensation spread across my ribs, as I ached to not move, and my calves were on fire. 

With a jolt, a tall, green, four legged creature jumped out across the way straight for the deer. It moved with lightning speed, back hunched and a long spear in one hand. 

The deer barely had time to look up before it was killed with a spear through the chest. With a heavy thunk it fell over on it’s side, eyes glazed over and a pool of blood gradually increasing underneath is nut brown fur. The wolves around me tensed, ready to pounce should need be. Images and sensations of blood, pain, and starvation flashed through her mind. The air smelled of anger, and the need to exact revenge. The plan was to follow the Food Thief once found, making the predator into the prey. We would follow it back to it’s lair, wherever that be, and wait for the right moment to strike.  Food Thief would die knowing the vengeance of a pack of starving wolves. 

Chapter one, Chapter two, Chapter three, Chapter four, Chapter five,

Chapter six, Chapter seven, Chapter nine, Chapter ten