An Alternian girl sat reclined against against a large pure white Lynx, staring at the ceiling of her den. She fiddled around with a grappling hook-like object. What to do, what to do?
Enter name.
Your name is Asclia Lyncis and, man, are you bored.
Examine Den
you have a pretty nice sized den not to big or small but you can care less about that. you have pelts on the walls and floor. your cocoon is located at the far side of the den. next to it is your lusies bed made from pelts of hoofbests with swan feathers as bedding. your den can be ementy at times but it better then the altrunve
Be social
You hate any kind of social interactions because other trolls can be really exhausting. Or that's what you tell yourself anyway. You give in and grab your husk top.
[Pesterlog]
contentlyIsolated began trolling ivoryElegance
CI: dude, i am so fucking bored. =(0_0)=
IE: Do you think that I care?
CI: yes.
IE: Well, I'm not in the mood right now.
CI: aw, did the poor wittle highblood get his feelings hurt? =(^-^)=
IE: That male "human" has quite the nerve to call me complacent...
CI: big words
IE: ~^~ Full of myself
CI: thank you.
CI: you kinda are, caur. youre always telling me how you can do all of these "amazing" things when really they arent that impressive.
IE: Well...
ivoryElegance ceased trolling contentlyIsolated
CI: noooo dont leave me =(,o^o,)=
[end Pesterlog]
Well, that backfired.
Your lusus nudges your arm gently. Lazy cat. She wants you to go out and kill something for her to eat.
Do as the big cat says.
You let out an annoyed growl and grab your grapple-claws. It's not like you've got anything better to do. You head to the nearest hoofbeast grazing grounds you know of so you can get your custodian some dinner.
Stalk.
You refuse to stalk. You might've been raised by a Lynx, but you're not going to crawl around in the dust of Alternia's surface. You instead crouch behind a small boulder and prepare to strike. You peek out from behind the giant rock, eying the several victims to choose from. There's a nice one over there. Not too sickly, not too young. You aim and fire your hook, but the sick one moves out of the way and your hook planting it deep into a healthy hoofbeast's flank. It's startled by the sudden attack and begins to run. Fear fills your face as it pulls you from your hiding spot.
shitshitshitshit
The hoofbeast drags you across the rocky Alternian grassland. You can feel every pebble scrap against your skin. You try your best to hit the release button on your glove, but it's difficult when you're trailing behind a speeding hoofbeast.
Try harder!
You're finally able to hit that goddamn button. You watch the beast runs off into the distance with a second tail made of chain. There goes another perfectly good hook...
Get up.
You stand up to dust yourself off and notice that your scraps are turning a bright red. Ooh no. You look around frantically, making sure no one else is around. Nobody can know about your mutation...
Go home and hide.
Your lusus will be disappointed when you return home without anything to show for it. As you enter your den, she rubs up against you. Once she notices that you're empty handed, she heads out to get it herself.
You now sit in the middle of your den, injured and alone. How you hate to be alone... A pale red tear trails down your cheek and you quickly wipe it away. No. You're not a weak little wriggler anymore...
You're not weak... you hear your husk top go off someone it trolling you
see who it is
you look and see its the male "human" is trying to contact you
Answer him
you doing that now .