==> Be the Troll who should have stayed in her hive
==> You are now the Troll who really, really should have stayed in her respite block being bored out of her think pan.
For the first time in your depressingly short life you finally realize why your Lusus kept you away from the shore.
For the frist time you wish you had listended to her.
You had always thought it was because she was being overbearing, to protective of her ward. The cliff faces that needed to be scalled were probably to steep for any other Troll; but not for one raised by a lusus who was built for jumping and scalling cliffs. You had no issues getting down to the sandy beaches below, at least none having to do with the climb. So no, it wasn't because of the danger of the climb that she kept you from the shores. It wasn't even from the various sea-beasts that dwelled in the water that she kept you safe from.
This whole time she was protecting you from...well, you. She's always known you so much better then you've given her credit for. She's always towered over you, watching you with those blank eyes that you've always suspected concealed so much wisdom. Yet you've always chosen to ignore the fact that she's older then you; she has raised you and probably even had young of her own at somepoint and she knows things. Things you can only hope to learn on your own someday before your depressingly short life span claims you. And now you wish you hadn't ignored her this time. That you hadn't gone against her so blantatly and gone to the one place she always kept you from.
You inhale sharply, looking down at the sand and what it holds. You really wish it hadn't been so easy to get here, to slip by her all knowing gaze.
It wasn't unusual for GM (Goat-Mom) to leave for hours at a time, she needed to eat after all and hunting was the only way she got enough food. She didn't normally go far though, she usually found someway to keep an eye on you. You had attempted to go near the cliffs that lead to the shore several times before, but you where always dragged back by her (usually kicking and screaming, sometimes biting too but that was only when you where feeling especially petty about the whole thing). And as a result you hadn't even gotten withing 20 feet of the cliff edge. But now here you are, feet in the water, sand between your toes, no clue how to swim and to top it all off:
A fucking grub attached to your leg. And not just any color grub. Oh no. You couldn't stumble across the exit to the brooding caverns and trials, nope. Couldn't just find a grub or two being selected by a particularly mean water dwelling lusus because, fuck it all if this exit wasn't pretty much only for sea dwelling Trolls. So naturally the grub attached to your leg is a freaking sea-dweller, but it couldn't of just been a regular sea dweller who was put on Alternia to make your short existence miserable.
No. You get your leg assaulted by the only shade of purple blood that could not only get you culled, but also get you horribly tortured and put on display by the Empress herself for all to see.
You had to get latched onto by a tyrian blood.
And the worst part is? You can't just pry her off and let her go. Because you suffer from one of the worst diseases a Troll could have: compassion. Compassion for your fellow Trolls and bloody hell if you can't just leave this grub here to be culled by starving to death or a beast of some sort eating her. You know she won't have a chance on her own, not when there's already two tyrian bloods to take up Gl'bgolyb's attention. There's no room for another ward under her. Without you, this grub is already dead because you know no other Trolls besides half-dead FLARP'rs come to this area.
...
Your going to need to find a new rout back to your hive.