#thresure things

You move with uncertainty. Death for some is an escape but for others, it’s a never ending cycle of wandering. You can never be sure where you will end up or if there is a finite tagged to this type of existence. You, personally lead a full life filled with hardship leadership and love or at the very least lust. What were your regrets? Nothing and no one. You live on in them and Alternia will fall to chaos. When? Any time they feel the want to rise. What if they don’t want to? It isn’t my place to change them. I did my fair share of toughening them up for their journey. I gave them an edge that no one will expect. A dull one. No, a malleable one.

This thing you have been talking to since your crushing has been asking question after question until it synced up with you at last. What’s that? A hill. We’re too far out for there to be trolls. It isn’t their domain. Are you sure? Yes. Well you’re synced until you see something new and he is learning everything over again. Who knew this thing was growing inside of you all this time? I creature made completely out of the unknown and only given its own identity since the crunch. You move to the top of the hill unsure of how you manage to travel without legs or a form for that matter.

I told you pretty much how everything happened but fine. After my ally and recently departed friend got me out of there, we had to adapt to the danger that was going to come our way. The bastard had other prospects and benefactors who would miss him, for better or worse. I didn’t pass out from blood loss. Interestingly my blood was pumping faster and my senses were overloaded for a bit. I could see, smell and taste everything within a few meters. Don’t ask me how. I knew at that point that I had either gone feral or something else.

It took a few cycles for someone to notice he was missing, let alone being dead. My friend and I lived on the streets for awhile. We were on the run and I never had a hive to begin with. My own dependency was rushing its consequences to me all at once. No home, no true allies save for my friend and nothing else at my disposal to survive. No matter what it took, I would live. The skills I was once proud  of made me disgusted to use. I took advantage just like others got the better of me. “All I need right now is a place to warm up a little~.” 

No one else knew I was not just this adorable little thing to wrap around. Bits of black oozed from my mouth as coughing fits started. Fear clasped my heart once again. This can’t be where I die! It isn’t fair! Medical facilities were the last things I could trust. For all I know, they could be attempting to revive him again. My body was changing to account for this thing that grew inside of my body like a parasite. It whispered to me sometimes...now I don’t hear its voice anymore. Back then I found myself thinking what it was thinking. It was infecting me, and I liked it.

You still want to listen? Be my guest. Where was I? Ah, my third mate. He was a sick, twisted thing and oozed with danger. It was exciting to be honest. Every fiber of my being said that I would have my neck torn out if I stepped out of line. I was correct. By then I got used to getting the correct reactions out of people. I read their mood and tell them everything they wanted to hear. He was perfect cover to keep the vermin away. Vermin being those who wanted all of me for nothing. I found out very quickly that some trolls weren’t worth my time. I never said I was a good person.

So anyway he and I hit it off pretty well- wha? His name doesn’t matter. The important thing was that he was a rich troll who had a thing for me. What was wrong with me accepting his hospitality? We spent a few days together and I figured that as long as I was faithful to him, we would be fine. Spoiler alert: it wasn’t fine. 

His selfishness came before any and everything. The clothes I wore, what I didn’t wear. Then he turned to who i associated with and where I was. It was suffocating. I figuratively and sometimes literally, could not breathe... One day, one of my good friends (a confidant) was on the main level of my mate’s hive. My mate and I were embracing but then I saw him do something he never did before. He locked the door. He only did this when there was something he hid, like when he doesn’t flush his waste or tries to wash his piss sheets in the bath so he doesn’t wake me. 

Everything went on as normal, he crawled up to me while I was on the bed. I saw a hint of desperation on his face. This was happening more and more as we dated, but it wasn’t enough for him. No. I had to be his and his only forever. His large hands held me, his hand almost completely enveloping my own while the other rests on my neck. It’s what he did when he focused only on me. He kissed me with such passion that I mistook him for someone else. Who was this above me right now? Then he gradually got heavy handed while toying with my nook and bulge. He twirled it around his finger, and only brushing against my nook once. 

Just when i was opening up to him, his hidden hand rustled into something at his side. Next was blood. Not from outside, but on his hands. My eyes were opened for the first time. I didn’t accept the plea from my own instincts to run from this man until now. It’s too late, I screamed. We were so high up that he assumed no one heard my shouts. I thrashed about my left stump while he targeted my right arm now. He was beyond my power. The most I could do was grip his neck with all my strength, unable to fully crush his windpipe. My right arm was gone now, then my legs were swiped from beneath me. Blood loss is painful. Never tell anyone that it is something to live through. Everything hurts. Now my head hurts. My vision is spinning. Where am I? I feel something bumping into me now. Is he still there? Don’t let me go. You still need me right? Don’t do this to me, please? It hurts...help me...

Lust: A headcanon about my troll’s romantic/sexual life

Delvin: Most likely to cuddle during the actSaevos: Aftercare specialistThresure/Saevoh: Too prideful to admit they love you for the first term