#migrantspineback

[verformen-sturm]

@migrantspineback

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A boon to being raised in the Darklands was being able to see through the constant twilight it sported. At night, here on the surface, crimson hues were attuned to picking out variables against what light was created from celestial bodies. Head craned skyward as the shadowy form strafed and spun the troll’s ears strained to hear nearby reverberating sounds from his own movement to avoid crashing into objects. What was it? he questioned mentally as he cleared a boulder cropping. 

Stalkling? No, too big and broad. It’s head wasn’t beaky enough, nor body barrel chested. The outline was soft rather than hard. The suggestion of some kind of fur. Was what he was following a... dragonoid of some form? 

When Alyona lights down at last the bull plants claws and hooves partially into soil to slow himself before he breaks tree cover. Jaws parted to take in deep breaths from extended pursuit, Sturm shifts in place to better survey the other. A looming creature, with both bright and dark markings. Definitely a dragonoid, but was it a real fireblood?

Dropping to all fours the troll goes to slink behind extra shrubbery closer to the other, large bulk making leaves rustle over flanks. Luck be on his side if it went unnoticed.

[indomitable-stoneheart-archive]

@migrantspineback

//Sees sadness and dirty mane and starts grooming. Slurp! -migrantspineback

EXTREMELY CONCERNED NOISES.

[arcane-nari]

-shnff shnff shnff- Alyona can smell something living nearby while she's out at night in the woods. -shnff shnff- And it smells like magic. Better look out! There's a very big nose poking your way! -migrantspineback

@migrantspineback

Nari is far from fearful, sensing a soul nearby and turns just in time to see said nose shnffing its way around. She laughs at the sight of it, placing her hands on either side of Alyona’s snout and peers around to take her in. “Hello, what a beautiful troll you are!” she says. “I have not seen one of your kind in many years! 

[douxie-casperan]

There's a woman with a red mullet standing outside Douxie's bookstore, staring in at the open books in the window. The place absolutely reeks of magic, as if the trinkets weren't enough indication. Unfortunately, she's still learning to read English, and she's struggling, greatly... She also hasn't blinked in about five minutes. -migrantspineback

There’s no customers in there at present so he’s been good about getting some stock placed on the shelves and general tidying while the chance presents it’s self though it’s when the last box is broken down he notices the unexpected audience. Being the good bean that he is, he goes to open the door and peer round the frame.

“Hey, are you alright out here? You look like you’ve been there a while.”

[knight-in-blue]

@migrantspineback

Trying to relax while at the New Jersey Trollmarket was not always easy. Bustling with trolls and people, and activity of all kinds. Jim sighs, flopping himself down in a spot slightly out of the way. There’s still people wandering by, a few others resting and nibbling on foods from the market, and a lot of chatter. Trolls stare as they walk by, recognizing him easily due to being well... the Trollhunter. It achieves you celebrity status a lot faster than actually working for it.

He scratches at his mane, and at his chest, bunching up t-shirt that doesn’t fit quite right. It’s both too small and too large. But old habits die hard and he prefers something more akin to human clothing choices even now. Back to scratching and digging his fingers through his slightly tangled mane. Personal grooming had taken a backseat to dealing with turf disputes between river trolls.