Hey guys! ^^ long time no update. ( ~~~thats for my Fall fans. I WILL update soon but, I'm having trouble with the CHp)
Heres a new story Hope you enjoy. ^^ it's filled with alot of cannons and stuffs. Hope you like ^^
"Vantas! Vantas! GOSHDANGIT BOY!"
"Hmmm...?"
"DAGNIT pay attention! What's a matter with you? You keep freezing out there! AND THIS IS JUST THE DRILLS!"
"Captain if I may speak...? You have been pushing him hard. He barely lived through the last battle. Look at him! He's battle sick!"
"I'm not tired... I can fight."
"You're off."
"Captain!"
"Only until you're better... You're heads not in the fight."
"So THATS how you got here!" A Taurain female smiled placing your breakfast on the table. Gender wasn't that big of a deal with Alterian kind, just made it easier to tell each other apart based on simple appearances, in truth all trolls were the same gender, some just leaned more towards one or the other. "Why don't you go back? Surely your wounds must have healed..."
"All except these ones" I tapped a finger to my temple. "Battle scars more than the body" It wasn't a lie, battle had messed me up in so many ways but, it wasn't the killings but, who I was murdering that made me sick and freeze on the field. Red... every single one of them, males, females had bright red blood. The offspring of those tribes were slaughtered as well no one was spared... The gagging feeling returned and quickly hopping up to excuse myself, I rushed back to my room and emptied the contents of my nutrition sack. Every time I thought about that one color...that one sick hue that stained the streets and flowed through my own veins, i got sick. Red was worse than any shade of Yellow, Brown or even Burgundy. Bright candy Red ment instant culling at upon hatching or a painful death if you were unlucky enough to make it past pupation. In the case of the secret village I was sent to destroy, Red meant mass genocide...
"Hey bro..?" A lazy rough voice slurred from your doorway. Sitting and wiping any and all traces of body fluids from my maw I turned to find a young Capricorn male grinning from at me, makeup already in place even through the rest of his body was barely clothed. "You all up ta bein' chill?" He continued voice thick and raspy with sleep.
"Yes fuckass I'm fine!" I growled, that idiot was always asking me stupid questions. "Now go put so frickin' clothes on!" The Capricorn shrugged and helped me off the floor. It never ceased to amaze you how much the physical features varied from species to species, the Capricorn being one of the more wild looking, with thin, delicate violet fins that started at the hipbones and curled around the back, a small frill at the small of the back, deep purple stripes that started at the spine and stretched around to meet the lines where wriggler legs became ribs those along with large beast-like hands tipped with rock hard claws and wickedly curved horns the children of the Capricorn were well feared and rightfully so.
"Chill brother, whats all up'nd got you sick? Another thing 'bout that motherfuckin' village."
"Yeah..." There was no point in trying to lie to him, he was my moirail after all and knew all my secrets even the more...colorful, ones.
"Motherfuckin' sick bro... Makin' ya' up'nd cull all those wicked motherfuckers." He said more to himself rather than to me. "Never did sit right with me... cullin' and shit. That shit ain't motherfuckin wicked... it's all kinds of shitty."
"Careful Makara, that alone is enough to get you culled yourself." I sighed, training had made me somewhat more respectful of social order and the Hemocast. I was careful never to address a Highblood by their first name or a rustblood by anything other, I claimed to have teal in my veins making life comfortable as long as kept my horns filed to avoid revealing their true shape and my blood color.
"Karkat brother, things are changin' tha' ol' hag ain't livin much longer.." The Highblood ran a hand through his messy black locks. "Me and Feferk have all kinds of wicked plans. Gonna up'nd change this motherfuckin world."
"Gamzee" I hissed looking to be sure that no else heard what he had said. "Even thinking something that idiotic is fucking treason you shit faced clown! Don't say shit like that!" I growled while my friend simply laughed, eyes slowly flickering orange.
"What the fuck you gonna do motherfucker? Gonna fucking kill me? Defend the motherfuckin' bitch that up'nd forced you ta kill your own motherfuckin kind? Man Brother you're all kinds of wicked twisted." That freaked always freaked me out, the way that calm, laid back ex-junkie Capricorn to snap and change into the insane Subjugglator he was born to be.
"Anyone ever tell you your scary as fuck sober?" I asked standing and grabbing my weapons, just because I was no longer in service didn't mean I could afford to get sloppy, I was one of the best Threshecutioners the war had seen. Odd all the superiors thought, for a Teal blood to chose war over law but, they soon changed their ideas about that after seeing me fight.
"Yeah brother, it's even scary for me. But, I'm gettin' my chill on. Haven't hurt anyone ina while." Gamzee grinned at that, eyes fading back to yellow. Just then I noticed that the scars on his face and healed more, no longer as raised and angry as they once were but, still far from being completely sealed. "Karkat... You can't hide forever." He said, dropping the sideshow act and getting serious.
"What do you mean? I'm 10 now! I've managed to hide it this long!" I tensed and thought for a fleeting moment that someone had betrayed me but, it quickly passed only three others knew my secret and none, aside from Gamzee none were ranked high enough to make an accusation without getting culled.
"Look at me, best friend." My moirail pleaded from the edge of my recuperacoon. "What do you see?" I looked him over again and inch for inch he looked like a Capricorn, a Highblood. The once pale grey flesh was now tinted lavender and his fangs had grown to rest against his bottom lip while he stared up at me with- WHAT THE FUCK?
"Gamzee.. your eyes..." His eyes which were once a steel grey had seemly changed a deep burning violet overnight.
"See... you can't hide it, your body ups'nd makes it known what you are... A seep ago I didn't have the motherfuckin' fins, two seeps before that I didn't up'nd have stripes and when we first met I didn't have webbed nubs or was up'nd be able ta' be stayin' underwater for hours. Hell, I couldn't hardly swim... What I'm just trying to be saying is that... Sooner or later you're gonna change too, Hell. Might already have..." Gamzee said looking a little scared. He was right, a few sweeps ago I had noticed the small, delicate spines growing on my shoulders, down my spine and around my hip-bones. I had also noticed the slight red-orange tint in my eyes. NO, NO, NO, NO... I had been so fucking careful! Spending countless hours using the blades of my scythe and sickle to rip out every one of the spines while they were still soft and easy to remove, leaving dark grey scars peppering all over. I told everyone they were freckles. I did constant checks to see if any had returned and after all that work my eyes were what was going to give it all away. I couldn't dye them, like I did with my twitcher and the inside of my maw, not without risking blindness. Damnit! How could I forget about that fucking eyes change color?!
"How..." I swallowed and forced the question that really shouldn't be asked, looking Gamzee in the eyes to be sure the clown saw the subtle but, definitely noticeable change. "How long do you think I have..?" I asked quietly.
"Donno... A sweep if yer lucky..." He said grimly.
"And if I'm not?"
"A few pedigrees.."