#altsmultimuse

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When one sees a beast roughly ten times their size hurtling toward them, one's best option is to get out of the way. Alas, this particular bard has no such luck. He is quicker with his fingers and words than his feet. The monster — for that's what it is, right? — crashes into him with a rough thud. Thusly Jaskier begins to fear for his life. Surely the next step is to be maimed or eaten. Is it one of those golems? Or a troll? He has only heard of them from Geralt's retelling.

    "Fuck. O-hooh, fuck." As he articulates his panic, he scrambles to stand and grab his lute. Which was snapped at the neck during the collision.

In Bruce’s defense, he had mistaken the lute for the hilt of a weapon; while travelers tended to avoid the troll’s path and keep him at a distance— for better or worse— there was always some human looking to make a pretty penny with parts of him. And while other trolls tended to readily fight and protect the bridges under which they dwelled, Bruce had no such luxury and no territory. Which, if one was as massive as a troll tended to be, meant being out in the open many a times… and thereby quite vulnerable.

So it wasn’t quite an overreaction on the troll’s part to immediately jump to the offensive before the stranger made the first blow.

Bruce’s clawed hands swept underneath the human’s legs and down the stranger tumbled, accompanied by a fibrous snap! of the ‘weapon’. As the stranger attempted to rise again, the troll’s hand pounced onto the human. There was restraint in Bruce’s movements, though; most of the time, he could manage to scare off would-be adversaries without so much as leaving them a few bruises— and maybe a bruised ego.

in reference to this post

Vali seems to consistently smell like dirt, which makes sense, fae are beings connected to nature -- and he does spend a lot of time in his garden, and digging around, upturning rocks, climbing trees for bugs and plants in the Sidhe.

    “Wha— really?” she asks, a shiver of unease creeping up her spine. The disturbing part is that she didn’t notice anyone NEAR her drink. Nothing like this has ever happened before. People don’t mess with her. Maybe it’s true: there’s a first time for everything. She looks down at the almost-full glass and pushes it away. “I did, uh… a few minutes ago…”

Ezra’s expression of concern only grew, though it honestly took far more strength than he was willing to admit to not go and hunt that mother fucker down and introduce his ass to the wall... that aggression was a sensation that pulsed through his body in time with his heart beat, nostrils flaring as he took in a deep breath to calm himself down. He had much bigger things to worry about right about now anyways. 

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     River found himself just outside of town, he’d stumbled upon a patch of flowers that were unique to him. He’d never seen such a beautiful flower under the sea so, he had to stop and look over the patch to the side of the rode.      River was alerted to someone walking his way as his parrot companion began to flap and squawk. Causing him to turn and watch the other get closer.