#jugglator

lies and slANDER

calvingGraupel [CG] began trolling Grand Highblood [GHB]

      What? That couldn’t be right.  It made absolutely no sense that he’d be able to connect with that absolutely wreck of a subjugglator.  He may live as a hermit, but knowing his enemies was probably another reason he’d outlived his prognosis.  Still, this definitely wasn’t good news.  This walking hazard would be the last troll the mutant wanted to speak with at any given time.

There were a lot of things Karkat could say he’d been accustomed to while living on this planet. Running into a few scary individuals while away from his hive, was normal. 

What wasn’t normal? Actually running into them.

Sure he’d been smart enough up until this point, to keep his distance and not bring attention to himself.

This time however, he’d made the godawful mistake of not watching where he was going, and pretty much tripping himself over some guy’s big-ass foot.

This, ‘guy’ in question? Oh you know... Just so happened to be a really fucking big guy. Painted with the mark of subjuggulators, and with hair so big and wild, one would could probably get lost in it if they wanted to.

The lowblood was about to smart off too, though he thanked his lucky stars he managed to get a good glimpse of this guy before he did so. Maybe there was chance to save his skin yet.

“Well, if miracles smell like rotting corpses and a literal rainbow of blood, then this place is positively drowning in miracles.” The scent of the recently slain surprised her, made her dizzy in a way that not much else could, but not enough that she couldn’t come up with a witty retort. She frowned and looked upward at the towering juggalo.