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Someone had set it up as joke. Surely, that could be the only explanation. In the center of the roads trolls often took to get from one place to another, the crossroads as it were, a large allgreen tree had grown, it's pokey leaves and branches bothering all who touched them with strong smelling tree blood. Baubles lights and various candies that were fake were hung from it's branches with care, like some sort of secret ritual. Maybe trolls were curious, and while many paid it no mind, assuming that sooner or later drones would get to it, no drone ever did. Perhaps worthy to note how if drones drew near the three itself would start to flash the colors of the young empress, as if to show that it was indeed, loyalist.

Yet outside of drone view, the tree would flicker in colors of every hue, and a sort of wondersuch as that might entrap the passing troll. The tree was harmless, and seemed almost..seasonal, or perhaps even nice? It was anyone's guess as to it's purpose but with infamy came oddity. The first wrapped box arrived with no note. Yet then others started to appear. Like tiny insects they started to amass- until taken. Thought deadly, a great deal were removed, all to be found with various gifts of no deep concern. Clothing. Food of the season. Occasional the highly combustible rock that aided one in making fire. Overall however, the wrapped boxes held an assortment of delightful things that were highly desirable.

Slowly, it seemed trolls were taking these randomly arriving boxes and replacing them with their own mock-ups. Often better or just as good. Take no more than you give- a sign written in what looked like the most fancy of fonts- notably grey in color. A few trolls had also seemed taken with decorating various tree eggs, using glue glitter and tinsel. They hung these on other trees as if to add a sense of mirth. Whispers of whispered high blood whimsy soon filtered in, and low bloods and milder bloods began to flock to mimic. It was the strangest of things yet it all seemed so right. So seasonally perfect. Yet the gifts remained fixed in many a troll's minds.


Make a gift and leave it to replace the one you had taken. Take no more than you gave. It became a point of near bloody fights as certain youths had taken to watch over the tree in place of drones, protecting the strange oddity of Alternia. Other trolls simple watched, took specimens and more observed the behavior of trolls who remained exposed, as if the thing somehow subjected those in the air to a mind-altering drug or chemical. It was a mix of horror, delight, wonder, and caution. The allgreen tree remained as it had since the first day. Silent. Apparently harmless.
If smelling of fresh treeblood and various spices and baked good when a new gift arrived.

For now, the drones were gone, and the tree's gifts remained open for grabs.

Lunear's ability to grasp the fundamentals of 'don't mess with it and it wont kill you' was pretty standard for most trolls. You didnt mess with something, it wouldn't kill you. Not outright away. Unless of course it was the royal purples or something like a subjubulator in training but he preferred not to think about those things. Especially not when it came to boxes under some weird tree that might or might not have something deadly in them.

Still the rumors had spread and Lunear wanted to get in on the action, his tiny box that housed a very very heavy shiny golden beetle a fitting gift in his mind. You could do whatever you wanted with a golden beetle and hey it was worth something right? So what if it was a small box good things came in tiny boxes.

As he marched over towards the location, there were already trolls going and making their exchanges, all avoiding drones though a few cautious ones would grab the larger ones at the feet of the imposing adult killing machines that filled the nightmares and leaving behind boxes that were.. less than appealing. Gads did any troll know how to wrap anything without using that much tape and glue? Scoffing, his gaze was torn from the imposing might of the drones and the boxes at their feet towards a lusii currently tearing into a box- Gaping, he looked around as to why no one was stopping the beast but, heck he wasn't about to try.

Circling the tree he kept his gaze on the lusii and the tree and what to grab and that he had to pick the right one- He hardly noticed the small child before he tripped over him.

There was a guffaw, a stumble, and then... the taste of soil. Dirt. Not refined in the slightest. Immediately righting himself to try and stave off his growing embarrassment at the sudden action, Lunear looked for the one who had dared be in his path. What he expected was just some lowblood too enamored with gifts to even say anything, but what he got was nothing of the sort.

It was a lowblood sure, but..he wasn't running. Or begging. Or even ignoring him he was just... laying on his back? Lunear wasn't sure what to do in this situation. It was a kid. On his back. Attempting to what? It was... weird. This was a weird troll kid who tripped him and Lunear wasn't sure how to handle it.

So he did the first thing he felt only reasonable.

He picked the kid up by the back of his shirt and set him in a standing position. "And you are?" Aside from a weird lowblood trippster was unsaid.

So far no appologies had been made, no attempts to beg forgiveness, nothing.

Clearly this was the lowest of the low. The kid of troll who just flouted the basic ways of their society and would have it without any order or rule or just anything at all. The worst kind of troll. "Reemus," he tested the name on his tongue and even that sounded lowly and gross and augh; Lunear had no idea why he was so offended by this troll youth but he was.

This troll had ruined his gift exchanging..whatever it was they were doing here and well now Lunear hardly could stand the thought of having HIS things ruined.
Because everything was his of course.

Naturally.

"Oh no mustard.. mutt." He sneered, noting the 'mother' of the troll. He had to be wary, given that the lusus actually looked mildly dangerous by... more than mild expectations. "You think you can just trip ME up and walk away like nothing happened?"

He so had not properly apologized. Where was the begging, groving, and sobbing begging for forgiveness and all that junk? This kid just rolled over belly up. And that excuse for a second sorry? Pish, that was hardly acceptable for anything legit. This kid was.. so low. He was gross. He was trash. Heck he was in a trash bag so well at least the troll didn't hide that fact.

"............." Looking at the Lusus, Lunear knew one wrong move would have a very angy woofbeast on him. So- "Well, it seems your lusus knows one proper way to apologize." Bending down, he attempted to pilfer the lusus's gift. "It's only fitting that you should give me your gains as retribution for this little.. misunderstanding."

Lunear looked down and smiled. He might have been a no good rebel, but some terrible part of him still delighted in the torment of 'low bloods'.

"More like I'm taking what's my due, personally."

He kept grinning, grabbin the drooled on gift. "What you going to do about it? Mutts-tard blood?"

It was a short lived tug, the sudden pull making Lunear nearly lose his balance, grip loosening just enough for the lusus to regain what had been lost. A hiss and Lunear sneered at the pair. "Augh, no class." He scoffed, taking a second to regain his composure, the drones nearby looking a little to intently at him.

Bristling he gave the kid one last sharp look of disgust.

"You ought to throw that away, along with your clothes. Trash- augh. Woofbeasts and their love of garbage." Tossing his hair back, he began walking away, trying to keep his pride intact.