#shaktul

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My crappy doodlin’.

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❛ You are so fucked, you know that? ❜ - amadamnath

“You are so fucked, you know that?”

Shak’tul looked up from his prize; a tiger, strong and virile, caught hunting the Troll while he and the Elf were in hot debate over some trivial matter, in retrospective. The interest in talking dissolved immediately with the rustling of the nearby thicket, eager for the rush of blood through his veins and the want of it in his mouth.

He got what he wanted - a new fur to be skinned and cleaned, pretty oranges like wild fire and blacks like the Pandarian midnight hours, and the heady adrenaline that a good and proper brush with death could provide.

At the question, the Troll shrugged, his hands buried in the corpse of the now-dead predator and covered from the mouth down in blood. He was seeking for it’s heart and choice cuts of muscle, to honour it’s spirit and worth in trying to kill him by consuming it for himself, adding it’s might to his own mojo.

A messy, savage sight, but what could he say?

He was a Troll, unapologetically so.

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❛ I’m not joking with you this time. ❜ - amadamnath

There were times that Shak’tul thoughts that the Elves didn’t think him willing to follow through on some of the claims he made sometimes. Amaranath especially; he seemed particularly skeptical whenever he made a commitment to something that, admittedly, sounded odd to a culture other then that of the Darkspear.Yet he wasn’t joking with the Elven rogue this time; he had made a promise to himself that he wasn’t coming back to Saphraria’s property in the Krasarang Wilds until he had wandered back into the Kun’lai summits, and brought back the skinned pelt of the mountain’s monstrous Yeti … and he would do it alone.Was it merely to display prowess? In some ways, yes; he was a Troll in his prime, and he made no refusal to ensure he stayed at the peak of his capabilities. To keep his mojo strong, and the eyes of the Loa kindly in his favour.

Secretly, he would have died - and done so happily - if any of the Elves saw just how much he loathed the snow.

The ‘devil chill’ … at times, an even nastier foe than any undead, demon or Alliance dog.

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❛ Death is all around us. ❜ from Secondtimearoundjoyabounds

“Death is all around us. It is in every breath you take, every step you make, every decision and every consequence. It is as natural as water and soil and wind and bloodshed. To fear death is to fear the natural way of the world. Things live, and then they die, only to live again. Existing in perpetual motion, under the watchful eyes of the Loa, and we are judged by their hands in our world. Earn glory, strength of spirit and might of deeds - cultivate the worth of your mojo - and the second half of your being will be a seamless transition. Live in squalor, or terror or dread of your death? When it comes, it will be spiteful in the face of your derision.Don’t fear death; embrace it. Make it a part of you, as you are a part of it. Live and die, howling to the heavens.Death is all around us. Why fear what has always been at your side?”-Shak’tul, teaching a lesson to his adopted Troll children

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Shak’tul, courtesy of @saltmatey! Holy crap, did this turn out exactly how I imagined it would be!