#loner kid

[lone-troll]

It's been a while since the last time they were online on trollian, which was weird because they are almost always online. It has also been a while since the last time they showed up at Harret's hive, which doesn't really need a warning for when they would pop up in there. This little while being of at least a few weeks.

@cottonandchittin

[marowreck-archive]

aw sshit i hhave not hhunted in a while. that wass fun.

[marowreck-archive]

*Damn. Ok. Holari could very much have use of sleeping too, since almost everybody was asleep. But almost everybody isn’t everybody, so no sleep. The grapes is still awake, doing whatever the fuck they are at this moment. Holari wants company, and approaches the still smaller troll with caution, watching them. They say with the most delicate voice they can.*

“hhey!”

@alltheironsintheskylight

[marowreck-archive]

Of boredom and threats

Holari was running out of things to do on their forest at the time, everything was set up, and whenever they left it became a mess again, so the young troll just walked away out of boredom, when they come back i will be funner. They went deeper into another forest, and other, and yet another, and walked for two or three days before stopping to rest. They weren’t really counting the days, anyway, so it could even have been longer, just humming random musics they liked as they went even further and deeper.

This one seems to have even less stuff to do, no fun dungeons, no kind of identifiable harms, until they find a hive, and since it was unlocked, they thought it would be inhabited. Yay. Stuff to do.

The dark hive was surprisingly tidy, at least compared to theirs, and it was kind of strange.

They heard something coming on their direction, and hissed at it blindly, putting on a fight pose, and waiting for the thing to come, poofed  up and trying to look dangerous, with a skull for a mask.

@jerome-ocelot

[marowreck-archive]

Curiosity kills the cat

*Holari was curled on the floor by Harret's side, eating a sandwich of doubtful origins, their mind on another dimension, apparently. Whatever they were thinking of, it was probably silly nonsense, seeing that they were on this position for quite the time, and probably already napped over the sandwich a few times.*

"hhm hhey sseven-"

*Holari is back to alternia with coherent thoughts. Hooray.*

"it jusst occccurred that i neverr assked a thing. hhow did you losse yourr eye?"

@alltheironsintheskylight

[marowreck-archive]

sstillll. want. to fight ssomething.

[lone-troll]

Holari is online

:}

[marowreck-archive]

A game.

O shit o shit o shit o shit o shit o shit o shit o shit. O SHIT. That was basically what Holari was thinking for the 25 minutes they took to get to their moirail's hive. They had no idea why he disparated the 'red alarm' or whatever it was, but it was bad.

They ran as fast as they could, and they haven't really noticed how close to his hive they were, since they weren't so used to going full speed to places. Literally almost crashing into his door. That wasn't really a problem though.

Holari lowered their head, exposing their somewhat sharp horns and gave the hit on the door. They ended up tripping on the mortal remains of the poor dead door and fell on the floor, protecting the white beast they were holding to their chest in a hug.

"WHAT HHAPPPPENED?"