A young troll sat in the grass; lazily look up at the clouds that hovered above Alternia. The sun had set, and the cool air felt refreshing against his flesh after a day of weapon practice. He sighed and looked to his hive that sat above all the surrounding mountains. It was a hell of a walk, but he needed to lose some of his weight anyways. He damned his custodian for making him hibernate with him during the cold months, loading up on the carbs and such, holding his bladder for three whole months at a time. But he was part of the select group of grubs to actually be lucky enough to be like all of the others of his group, the dreaded Sub-woofer's. An elite group of the the troll war hoards. He chuckled at the thought of being a great warrior like his ancestor was.
He came back to the topic at hand and sighed once again, then stood up and pulled the ancestral blade from out of the earth to his side. The blade was indeed large, and heavy for that matter, but he had been able to wield it after years of training with it, infact, at this time it was hardly even a struggle to swing it. It might even only be a few months before he'd be able to swing it without so much as a grunt. It would be as a feather to him.
He hefted the blade up on his shoulder and began his long hike home, he reached down and grabbed the slaughtered pray from earlier. He held the dearly departed custodian by its horns and began dragging it with little effort, its tentacles dragged behind, leaving groves in the sand that laid at the base of the mountain. It often occurred to him that he never really had to hunt for Narrak, his dear custodian. He was, indeed, a large creature that could run up and down this hill ten times faster than himself.
As he approached the top, he could only think of the hell that his custodian would raise due to taking a short break over his meal. He only shook his head and moves up onto the base of the mountain. He glanced around, not seeing the custodian along the outer perimeter. He lifted the dead lucii over his head and slammed it onto the ground in front of him. It was heavier than his own blade, over twice the size of his own body. The lucii had the head of lion with fur moving down his torso unto its chest, from there it turned into smooth skin, much like a seal, it had a long lower section that split in two at the tail end. He kept his eyes on the wound that he had given the creature, a gash that went through the creature, exposing its insides and letting its rich golden blood along the rocky earth.
The youngling looked up as he heard it, a growl sound off.
From around the corner came his custodian, saliva dripping from his mau with hunger and anticipation. With one false lunge, it slammed down on the dead lucii and tore open its neck and devoured it with little effort. It dug its claws into it, digging deep and tore open more flesh, shedding more blood, always more blood. Ever since he could remember his custodian had torn his prey apart. The young troll just simply chuckled at the display before him and moved past Narrak, dragging his hand down the large wolf's body. He always admired that nice coat along his flesh, had always been soft. He remembered cuddling against the fur for warmth when he was just a young grub. Back when his custodian was more kind hearted at least.
He let himself off and wandered away from the back of his custodian and continued his way to the entrance to his hive.
As he motioned for the door he felt something wrap around his waist tightly, suffocating him almost, then pulled him away from the door in the blink of an eye.
From there he was flipped upside down and held over his custodian's muzzle, his eyes the size of his torso and could easily kill him at any moment. Thank the Mother Grub his custodian loved him more than food. The wolf spoke, which was unusual for him, it only occurred when he was beyond mad of when asking for a specific order to be followed through to the point. "I could see you from here boy, lounging around, like a weakling. Do you have any idea how much of a disgrace you would be to the others?" He paused for a moment and hefted the young troll up into the air and swinging him back down onto the ground with a crack; the sound of multiple bones snapping on contact with the rocky earth.
He let out a yelp of pain, as he could feel the bones sticking out and tear through his skin, letting his dark blue blood stain the white rock beneath him. He sniffled, even with how strong he was he had never gotten used to these beatings for his arrogance. He did not mind it however. Those small moments of just relaxation were worth any amount of blood spilled.
He breathed heavily and tried moving his legs, instantly feeling a sharp pain his left shin. He glanced down and sure enough, it was broken. The bone had torn through the front of the leg. He could easily fix this though. After years of this kind of punishment he kind of had to.
He gripped the spot where the bone stuck out and at the median. He pulled, a crunch was heard along with a muffled scream. He gritted his teeth and held it close to his chest. He looked back behind him, his Custodian was over him with fury burning in his eyes.
"You get what you deserve you insolent fool. Maybe next time you will learn to follow a direct order." He turned from the boy and moved back over to his feast. "You are a servant of the highbloods, so you must be as such, Zumost." He says then returns to plunging his fangs into the creature, ripping away another mound of flesh.
The young servant tried to stumble back to the door he was previously trying to enter, but the pain was too much for him to stay on his leg for more than a second. He collapsed back down on his chest, the air was sent wheezing from his lungs. He held his guts for a moment, trying to stabilize the pain. He looked back at his custodian, trying to understand why he did the things he does. He just kept crawling, moving ever closer to the Entrance . He reached out and finally grabbed hold of it and opening his door with strained muscles aching. He manages to get back up onto his feet. The pain surged through his leg like it was being torn apart by fish hooks. he moved through the living room area, a large mess with clothes and garbage thrown around everywhere, he really should have cleaned up this mess last week. "GAH! FUCK!" He screamed and collapsed onto his couch.
The pain melted away except what could be felt in the core, in his snapped bone. "Fuck... Fuck..." He repeated over and over again. He placed his forearm to his forehead, trying to comprehend what the point was. And this was the day he actually understood what his lucus was driving at. He wanted the boy to be strong, stronger than any other Sub-woofer. It was that moment that he had actually felt like crying for the first time in years. But he did not sob, such emotions had been voided from him for the last century, but the mere feeling just crushed him. He asked why he so weak, why couldn't he be like all the others, like his friends. He cursed himself, giving himself no mercy. "... I'm a... fucking disgrace... woof." he woofed. He was doomed to do great things, but he would have to give up so much for these actions to actually come to pass. He thought it over oftenly weather to keep his accursed emotions or so simply get rid of them and be an obedient dog like he was to be. He sighed and shook his head. It was stupid to think of this now. It had no meaning.
His eyes felt heavy, maybe it was the pain or maybe it was the fact that he had been slammed to the ground and could possible have a concussion. He rubbed his horns, they felt fine, aside from what crack that went down his left one. He suddenly heard a pinging noise from the computer on his desk. He opened his eyes and glanced over at it, a slight growl sounds off as he looks at it. But all he did was sigh and look around for an object to support his broken leg. He supposed he could use his sword. But that had been thrown aside as he was being picked up. He hit his head hard, trying to get up the will to actually move. He sat up on the cushions, and stood up on one leg. He felt like a moron doing it, but he did it. He hopped over to the rolling chair and held it, then sat on it. He took no shame in spinning around in it a few times. It made him smile just a bit. It gave him the feeling the that all was right for a short time. He laughed and continued to do so even after he stopped. For the first time that day he smiled.
He turned the chair and rolled it over to the computer screen to see what was happening. One of his friends was trolling him, asking if he was on.
"Fuck yes, I need something to make this shit somewhat good." he shook his head and chuckled, responding to the pester:
goreyFreak started trolling externalForce
GF: Hxy dudx! You onlinx?
EF: yeah.
EF: the day phucking sucked, the Old man beat the phucking hell Out Oph me. T_T
GF: THAT FUCKXR! I'll -S-L-I-C-X- HIS SHIT SO GOOD! HIS CHILDRXN'LL FXXL IT!
GF: Can I? Can I -S-L-I-C-X- his shit?
EF: dude any Other day i wOuld say gO right the phuck ahead
EF: but man
EF: i think i had a um
EF: what are those things called?
GF: . . . Fuck if I know bitchtits... Lovx ya, but I ain't thx smart onx hxrx.
GF: That'd bx sir 'holixr thxn' all highblood! Wait...
GF: I just had a thought...
EF: wOw, yOu had a thOught?
EF: th 's a miracle, like, seriOusly, wOw.
GF: SCRXW YOU, YA SXXY BITCH! Anyways...
GF: Aw Shit... I lost it...
GF: WAIT! I rxmxmbxr now! Can I 'borrow' your sword somxtimx? I wanna sxx if I can usx it dxspitx my -g-a-u-n-t-l-x-t- kind of whatxvxr thx fuck...
EF: phuck nO!
EF: dude, listen
EF: i tOld yOu Over...
EF: hOw many time nOw? T_T
GF: . . . Sixtxxn?
EF: ...did yOu really keep track Oph that?
GF: . . . Maybx? *HUGS*
EF: awwwww
EF: brO. *hugs* tOtally...
EF: but nOw, really, i had a phucking epiphany.
EF: i'm pretty sure i'm a weak mOtherfucker, you know? wOOph wOOph wOOph
GF: . . . -P-F-F-T- YOU KIDDING?! You kill Lucci daily! Thxm bitchxs bx strongxr thxn most trolls! You havx to bx strongxr than avxragx trolls brodinga!
EF: i dOn't even knOw wh th phucking means, but Okay.
GF: Simplx brosxph! You... -k-i-l-l- other trolls Lucci! Thxir gaurdians! Thx onx who 'protxcts' thxm! You havx somx crxdiblx and notxworthy strxngth! I may fight for a living, but I only fight othxr trolls. I havx yxt to facx a Lusus...
EF: they're nOt th strOng, but thanks
EF: speaking Oph yOur jOb, wh 's it been like being entertainment phOr thOse guys?
EF: serving fOr their rich blOOd must be heavenly phOr you.
GF: It's SOOOOOO Shitty! Thxy look down on mx likx I'm a fuckin' monkxy. Likx a dumb littlx lusus alrxady to -d-i-x- for thxir amusxmxnt! Too bad thxy nxver givx mx a rxal challxngx though!
EF: yO have nO idea wh kind Oph hOnOr it is tO die phOr them! tO hear them laugh and chant yOr name
EF: yOu are sO lucky! TnT
GF: Yxxah... thxy want mx to -d-i-x- causx I'm XNTXRTAINMXNT! Thxy could givx a rat's ass for whatxvxr happxns to mx! Not likx... hxr...
GF: AGH! NONONONO SHX DOXSN'T XXIST! I MADX HXR UP I MADX HXR UP FUCKIN' BRAIN SHUTIT!
GF: -I-G-O-T-T-A-G-O-
goreyFreak has ceased trolling externalForce
EF: the phuck was th abOut?!
EF: …