"Did you cut your new again, Signless?" Dolorosa cooed, as she kneeled to her adopted son. His mutant, candy-red blood leaked from the wound in his knee, his big black-gold eyes staring up at him, a hazy reddish-pink liquid oozing from his eyes. She wiped the tears away with her thumb, smiling at him, her tiny fangs against her jade painted lips.
"Yes Dolorosa. I'm sorry. Istamire and I were playing tag." He murmured, motioning to the tiny little troll behind him, her thin horns finally beginning to curve to a shape, her own strange, mutant ice-blue blood leaking from a rip on her forearm. She wrapped both of their wounds thickly, so no one could see their odd coloration.
Near by, Disciple and Piisoniic were watching calmly, this having been the first time they had seen both of their mutant blood colors.
"Istamire's is white! She isn't even on the Spectrum!" Disciple whispered in awe, touching the girl like she was some kind of demonic creature.
"I am!" She snapped, yanking her arm from the elder girl. She was the youngest, and smallest of the three, but she knew how to care for herself quite well. "It's blue." She muttered. Dolorosa frowned, not liking how she became quiet, and put up her walls. Signless touched the bend of her elbow softly with his fingertips, a smile on his face.
"It's okay Istamire. I like your blood color." He murmured gently to her, his eyes honest. Svetka's frown slowly spread to a big, beautiful smile, and Dolorosa had to admit, it oddly fit her.
She had never seen a troll so kind, and so gentle as Signless, who could make any of his three friends, and she herself, happy and calm when emotions ran high. He had even stopped a fight between Istamire and Piisoniic, when he made fun of her horns still being tiny nubs at an older age.
She had been quite surprised to find Istamire a year after finding Signless. She had been utterly shocked at such a pretty, yet odd blood color. She was of a higher class, but she wondered often, that if she tried to calm her role as a higher blood, if they'd reject her for such the strangeness of it.
She watched the four return to playing. She stared at the horns of the children. Such an exotic curves to Istamire's... Disciple's were starting to curve and point, Piisoniic's strange, doubled horned. But Signless had kept his small, nubbed horns. She wandered if he'd ever grow to take on a sign, or a full shape.
Her own hand slipped up to feel her curved, and hooked horn. Such strange things were happening now a days. The new Grand Highblood, quite young for his age, seemed to have become such a lolligagger. He was constantly here, as well, with the other higher blood children, and even brought along the Rust Bloods, as she had heard Summoner say. Another thought hit her mind. Why did all the children but Istamire go by their last names?