If he was going to be a warrior he was going to need a trainer. That he knew. What he didn't know was where to find to one. He'd heard rumor of a troll herd that was taking new recruits. It was his best shot at learning the fighting style of his kind. Tusks and a sharp mind gave the trolls a distinct advantage against their opponents. While he'd sparred with his siblings and cousins his family had always taught him the proper use of his tusks were in defense of his family. And, while they had admired him for his bravery and strength, they had been tight lipped on where he might find this new herd, but that wasn't going to stop him.
Now he was on his own. Well almost... Kaz'kah didn't mind the quiet. He could finally hear his thoughts without all the jabbering of his many family members. There was one voice, though he didn't mind it. His brightly colored jungle bat companion Hakkar was the one creature he could count on to have his back. He was his sidekick in battle. A pair of eyes in the sky and vicious with his own set of tusks. Their friendship had grown deep over time and they put all their trust in one another.
Flying high in the bright summer sky Hakkar tucked his wings in, diving down through the canopy and into the forest. Turning his head from side to side he spotted the blue stallion bellow and finished his plummet at a slower speed, coming to land on the horses main, the claws on his wings grasping onto the coarse hair. "Not a sign of anyone ahead." He said to his traveling companion with a slight accent of is jungle home.
Kaz'kah sighed and kicked his hoof at the roots of a tree. "I be startin' to think we be on a false trail here." He spoke with a thick Jamaican style accent that was common among the trolls. He shook his head with frustration, his long main flying up and landing in dissaray, causing Hakkar to have to hold on for dear life. "I was certain does were troll marks on that tree back der' but...." He grunted to finish his thought.
