#angorrot

I think he’d be the type of guy going around and rescuing animals used in pit fights. Like dogs and such.

“Yes”

Angor said, hardly looking up from whatever he was carving. “If my memory serves— and it does— I had two mules, two or three goats, and a few birds.”

Angor put the tip of his dagger to his lips in a gesture of contemplation. “Hmm… I might have had some sheep. It gets blurry. Those were more so livestock than pets though. Regardless, they all either fled or died when Gunmar’s army ravaged my village. The actual pets I had traded off one after another to achieve what I wanted: contact with Morgana.”

Give me Reasons why I should be a Troll in my Tales Of Acadia and SelfShip with Angor Rot.

Also...is it true to not kiss a Troll?....

Based on this Art from someone I saw on Tumblr which I forget their name....

this crack ship came back to me and had me doodle them at gun point or at knife point at this case

doodled small references to @gold-kobold how to fight a shadow and and @undeadchestnut commission drawing they did of the 2

When describing the fight scanes, I kept in really

Odd moments...

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"Okay. 3… 2… 1…" Jay waited for something to happen with a tense jaw and locked knees. A few agonizingly slow seconds passed before Angor's eyes flicked to her. His face held traces of confusion that were quickly covered by anger. Growling, he stood and stalked towards her with his knife in hand. 

"Okay, b-before you kill me, I have an offer," He slipped the Killstone into a bag at his hip and she watched it disappear with dread. This might be harder than she originally intended.

"Speak quickly, hunter," He snapped, circling her. She retreated into her hoodie slightly and fumbled around with the paper she held. 

"A-Alright. So, in exchange for the Inferna Copula, we want the Killstone and help g-getting the eye of Gunmar. We would also like to-to request your assistance in defeating Gunmar, but that part is optional…" She looked back up to him as he paused his endeavors. He glared down at her with those intricate yellow and black eyes. The height difference was comical. 

"And my staff," He hissed, sending fearful shivers down her spine. 

"W-what?" Jay sputtered. His growl deepened to an inhuman level before he spoke again. 

"I want my ring and my staff." A thin coat of sweat covered her forehead. Since when were the sewers so hot?

"I-uh, I would need to talk it over with Rin and Clay… "

He bared his dagger and she took a step back. The Inferna Copula jangled in her pocket. 

'Crap! I didn't bring a weapon!' Jay thought with horror, eyes desperately flicking around the tunnel.

"Um- how about we talk- tonight! At Rin's house with everyone there?" Her hands were trembling like leaves and she shoved them in her pockets to hide them from the Assassin. 

"Or I could kill you right here, Hunter, and take what is rightfully mine!" He was lightning fast as he pinned her against his body, knife to her throat. So fast, in fact, that she had no time to react. 

She gulped nervously as a drop of blood splashed to the floor. She held his forearm with one hand while the other fumbled with the ring in her pocket. 

"How about you don't kill me, and we can peacefully talk it over with the others?" The ring was now on her finger and she prayed it worked like she read it would. 

"How about-"

A force like opposing magnets pushed them apart instantly. Both troll and human were forcefully thrown into opposite walls. Jay gasped as the wind was knocked out of her. She glanced over at Angor to see him recovering as well. 

"Well, that worked better than planned," She rasped, standing on shaky legs, "Now will you listen? I didn't want to do this." She gestured to the ring on her left index finger. Angor snarled at her from his kneeling position on the sewer floor. 

"Tonight at midnight. My ring and my staff." Jay nodded.