In a deep forest of Beforus, there was a blue-blooded troll. He didn't actually live in the forest, but he liked to wander though it and look at all the beautiful fauna and flora that the forest had to behold.
This troll was an inventor, and an insatiable one at that; he loved to sketch plans for steam-powered automatons modeled after the various animals that he saw. One day he would make a silver butterfly that would flap its wigs on a clockwork spring system, the next he would build a bronze snake that spat simmering hot water of you got too close.
Today of all days he was crouched with his sketchbook, fervently sketching down an image of a nearby deer. He planned to make it out of all sorts of different metals had have both steam and clockwork functions. It would be his greatest creation yet.
All of a sudden the deer straightened, it's eyes glowing a milky brown color and a faint sigil appearing on its forehead before it bounded off through the bushes and out of sight of the troll.
"Fudgesicles" swore the troll as he stood up and made after the deer intent on finishing his designs before midnight. The troll was not as graceful as the deer; he crashed though the underbrush and his long ponytail caught on branches as he ran past them. He was soon out of breath and sweating quite a lot, cursing himself for not keeping up with the deer.
The dainty hoofbeast was nowhere in sight when he finally ceased panting. He cursed his foolishness once more and turned to leave the way he came when he heard it; a softly sung wriggler song weaving through the trees from somewhere off in the distance.
The highblood crept though the woods, keeping his ears tuned for the song. As he snuck through the forest, he wasn't paying attention to his feet. When he stepped upon a sizeable branch, causing it to break with a dry crack, he froze in place. The song ceased immediately as well. He waited a breath and then two and the song started again, louder now ad more defined.
"You are my moonglow, my sweetest moonglow. You make me happy in the bright of day. You never know dear how much I'm flushed for you, so please don't turn and walk away," sang the voice; notes high, pure and hinted with a bit of a low-caste drawl. The young inventor clambered onto a ridge behind a thick-trunked tree and peered around it to a grassy clearing occupied by the owner of the voice.
The singer was half turned to him, eyes closed with a dreamy smile on his lips. He had a large pair of wings folded behind him like a glittering tawny cloak and a pair of broad horns sprouting from either side of his head. He liked like a fairy straight out of stories that were read to the blueblood as a young troll.
The pale deer was with him as well, it's dainty hooves brought up beneath its delicate body and its head resting in the lap of the other troll. The blueblood leaned against the tree and pulled out his sketchbook once more, hoping to finish his sketch without bothering the other troll.
His foot slipped on a piece of loose earth as he tried to settle himself against the tree; he was sent sprawling and his notebook flipped out his hands to land beside the pale flank of the deer. The large-horned troll stood up quickly, fists raised as if he was expecting a fight.
"Who the heck are you?" he asked, lowblood drawl prominent in his voice. The blueblood pushed himself up and spat out a clod of dirt, wiping the grime off his mouth with the back of his leather arm brace.
"My name is Horuss, I mean no harm," said the blueblood, opening his arms to the other troll to show his intentions were truthful. The other troll dropped his arms and set them on his hips, revealing the orange-colored Taurus symbol emblazoned on his shirt. He must have been telepathically controlling that deer, and therefor must be the cause for it running off earlier
"Well if you mean no harm, Horuss, why the heck were you sneaking around behind me?" he questioned. The way he said the other trolls name carried venom.
"I was hoping to finish my drawing of that dainty hoofbeast that was summoned by you," Horuss's hands ran over his waist and chest looking for the sketchbook as proof. The bronzeblood reached down and picked up the simple notebook that lay by his deer companion. He thumbed through it, eyes narrowed as he tried to read the scribbles of Horuss's handwriting.
He closed it and handed it back to Horuss, then sat down once more.
"You're welcome to stay then Horuss, I can get the deer to pose for you again if you'd like," his head was turned to the blueblood but Horuss nodded vigorously.
"I never caught your name, bronzeblood," said Horuss as he walked around to get a better view of the deer.
"The name's Rufioh, do you want the deer to stand or are you cool with sketching it lying down?" replied the troll.
"Ah, standing would be better, if you don't mind Rufioh," replied Horuss, the new trolls name sounding strange in his mouth. Rufioh nodded and then the same brown sigil that appeared over the deer's head appeared over his own.
The white deer stood and turned to face Horuss, eyes once again glowing the milky brown color. Horuss sketched quickly, making small scribbled notes to himself in the margins of the page as he went. Soon enough the sketch was completed and he had more then enough ideas to get himself started on assembling the automaton.
He turned to leave, tucking the worn stub of his pencil in the strap of his goggles and slipping the notebook into his belt, when he was stopped by Rufioh.
"Hey," he called, "You can stay for a bit if you'd like, you can bounce some ideas off me for this deer-bot you're making," Horuss considered for a moment: he hand nothing to do today, and he preferred to work on his new projects with fresh eyes. He walked back to the seated troll and sat down beside him, already pulling out his sketchbook again to show off his plans.