ancestors rp
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Hailven[OP]
12.09.2019 23:59
Linki wanna be psiioniic. lets also keep this literate, or semi-literate if youre bad at writing (like me).
The Psiioniic was hiding in a cave. He was all alone. He had just run away from his home with a Cerulean master. He was only 4 sweeps old, and was an outlaw. He wiped his blood on his jumpsuit.
The other, simply, was only two. His footsteps increased, beginning to grow at a faster pace as the elder troll patted his shoulder as she turned back to face the town as it got smaller and smaller, and much more far away as they ran.
As the others continued to quickly pace through the forest, the tiny rebel soon found himself tripping, and stumbling down a large, grassy hill, leaving his mother to yell out.
Psii peeked out of the cave, to see a little troll, rolling down a large hill. A taller troll is racing after him. The Psiioniic tried to relax. But he than realized that the troll was rolling straight for his hiding place. Psii hid in the corner and rolled into a ball. He was cold, and his jumpsuit was torn. His blood streamed out of his nose, his forehead, and knees.
Soon enough the smaller troll would land awkwardly on a pile of twigs and leaves, his body bruised and a bit bloody. What a peculiar blood colour.. The small troll sat up and winced and pain, clutching the top of his head and groaning in pain.
He shook his head aggressively and then hopped up, a smile appearing on his face. His body looked severely damaged and weak, though he seemed brave as the other rushed over to pick him up.
She raised him up by his armpits and held him close, rocking back and forth.
Psii heard the tall troll singing a song. It was soft. Psii remembered how his lusus used to cradle him and sing to him when he got migraines. Then they took him away and brought you to the training facility. Psii felt a pang of jealousy for this troll. Psii was much more capable than him, but he got someone to comfort him.
The tall, mothering figure continued to hold the smaller one, who protested by grunts and squeaking to be removed from her caring grip.
Soon though, she put him down, dusting off his small cloak she looked around, rubbing the blood from his cheek as he suddenly caught eyes with the mustard blood.
The taller troll looked towards the direction in which the small one was pointinf, slowly she began to approach the other.
"O+h Dear Me, Hello+ Little O+ne!" She said, calmly, a small smile spreading across her face as she held out a hand for him.
"My Name Is Po+rrim But Yo+u Can Call Me Ro+sa"
"MY NAME IS KANKRI!!"
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"Hurt Yo+u? Dear I Wo+uldnt Dream O+f Hurting Yo+u"
"Yeah! Y9u tryin' t9 accuse my m9m 9f hurting little tr9lls?!" He pipped, crossing his arms.
He would wake up, if he could, in a small cave, illuminated by a candle. The smell of food coming from the other room would bring back pleasant memories and a sense of nostalgia-
Wait it's that little troll.
Why is he staring a you with such an angry face-?
i meant to write violet instead of cerulean on the top comment. shit.