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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2016 4:28 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2016 7:19 pm
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"Daddy, why are you stopping for some pitiful clump of dirt in the damned road?"
Gourdi's lusus whinnied loudly, shaking his great white mane and stomping two of his eight legs in protest. They had just got his hooves refitted, and the steel glistened superbly; practically singing which each step his many legs took. HoofDaddy saw no point in Gourdi's constant antagonizing of the general public, and the musclebeast rather hoped she would grow out of it soon.
Gourdi glared at the brownblood from atop HoofDaddy's back, one of her small hands fisted in a handful of the poor beast's hair. Satchels hung from either side of HoofDaddy's muscled torso, and it was blatantly obvious that Gourdi and her father were returning home, to Four Fronds, after a long night of shopping in Civisect. Gourdi was tired, and grumpy. She'd done a lot of yelling at stupid lowbloods that day and she was eager to get home and slip into the comfort of her recuperacoon. Yet here was yet another stupid lowblood, blocking her path with his tiny (easily stompable) form.
The purpleblood sneered at the obstacle before her, painted countenance looking especially spooky for her planned night out. She viewed with disgust the painting he had so carefully laid out in bright colored paints, and she spat on it. "Move, you putrid pile of s**t for blood. Move before I have HoofDaddy crush your stupid fragile ******** bones right into your horrid attempt at the abstract!"
HoofDaddy whinnied out of exhaustion, rolling his eyes at his young charge's antics.
Micillia A clowny challenger approaches!
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2016 4:37 pm
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Gourdi realized that the brownblood had been ignoring her, and her tired eyes suddenly burned bright with rage. "My JACKET?! DO YOU HAVE ANYTHING IN THAT DAMNED SKULL OF YOUR'S OR IS IT COMPLETELY ******** HOLLOW?! OF COURSE YOU MAY NOT PUT YOUR PUDGY LITTLE GRABBERS ALL OVER MY JACKET! IT COSTS MORE BEETLES THAN YOUR LIFE, SCUMLOG! DON'T BOTHER ASKING SO MANY DAMNED QUESTIONS, I WON'T ANSWER THEM!" She crossed her arms over her chest, her heels digging hard into either side of HoofDaddy's rib cage as she tried to urge him forward despite his earlier refusal.
Again, HoofDaddy did not move. He huffed and whinnied, stomping a few more of his legs so that dirt puffed upwards into clouds around him.
"Obstinate ******** beast." Gourdi growled out the words, baring her fangs. She gave her lusus' sides a firm kick, then hopped onto the path herself. She glared at the smaller troll before her, seething. Then, suddenly remembering something her lookstubs had picked up as she had first approached the dirtblood, Gourdi stomped her foot. "What the ******** were the eye spectacles that you were displaying just before I arrived? Is it some sort of technology I've yet to encounter? I deeply desire to see it. Now. Show it to me, ********! What are you hiding?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2016 10:39 pm
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Physical assault was not okay. Although Caiden was not particularly surprised by the pain, he had plenty of experience with that from falling out of trees, falling off of rocks, and generally learning as a clumsy toddler. It was that it came from another troll. The brownblood let out a yell. CamoDad was there quickly. His ability to hide into the surrounding environment made his approach all the more surprising for the purpleblooded troll.
The Chameleon slapped the little girl across the face with his tong, leaving a wet, sloppy trail of slime on her painted face. Then the lusus stood there, over the boy's body protectively. If this was going to become a lusus fight, then so be it. That was one of the prices of having a troll as a child. The reptile wrapped the troll in its tail and stepped back a bit, starring the other pair down. He let his troll down and signaled the boy to run.
Caiden was on the ground for a second, but sat up when his dad came into the scene. "DAD!" The boy shouted! The brownblood ignored his father's signal to run. The troll would not abandon his father. If worst came to worse, well, Caiden had red in his blood too. More red than any purpleblood did.
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2016 1:52 pm
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Thwack!
The brownblooded lusus' tongue shot from its mouth and knocked into Gourdi's cheek. It made a disgustingly wet sucking sound as it clung to her grey skin for a few milliseconds then pulled back off again, leaving behind a shiny wet mark on the purpleblood's face. Gourdi stood, stunned for a moment, then she gave an ear-shattering, planet-destroying shriek. "WHO THE ******** DO YOU THINK YOU ARE YOU DESPICABLE LITTLE PIECE OF s**t IMP?!"
HoofDaddy whinnied in a way that could only be described as delight. His hooves stomped into the ground and his legs kicked outward all around him as he chuckled at his charge's unfortunate and self-made situation. He respected the other lusus for their spunk, and allowed himself a longer look at the other creature as he moved to put his large form in front of Gourdi's smaller one. She fumed, trying desperately to get past HoofDaddy's limbs so that she could ring that stupid brownblood's neck with her very own fingers. But, of course, her father would not allow such reckless behavior. He moved his legs expertly, cutting off each step his brat troll daughter attempted to take.
Gourdi growled in frustration. "LET ME CULL HIM DADDY, LET ME CULL THAT DISGUSTING FECESLOVER AND CHOP HIS LUSUS UP INTO TINY LITTLE ******** PIECES!"
HoofDaddy responded with a firm no, sending Gourdi into another shrieking fit of turmoil. "I HATE YOU DADDY, I REALLY ******** HATE YOU!"
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