scorpion stings

Krosix tilted his head gently to the side. He could just barely hear the little cerulean’s bloodpusher jump, beat just a little bit faster. Where it anyone else, he would acknowledge that jump as fear. But he knew better. And could feel the pity welling up inside himself and making his expression soften just a tad bit.

Carefully, he lifted a hand and wiped away the bit of blood from where Eidiya bit his lip. “Carreful.” He rumbled, voice rough as always, sounding more like a purr than an actual word.

He raised an eyebrow at the cerulean’s words. Had he really never been to his hive? A moment went into his thought process, then he was kneeling just a bit and lifting Eidiya with one arm under his knees. It was easy enough. Krosix was a big troll, and Eidiya was….pretty small. Of course, most trolls were small compared to Kro.

“You wannt a tourr?”

        A tour. Yes, that sounded good. He settled his head comfortably against Krosix’s chest without hitting him with the sharp tips of his horns, eyes softening. Ah, this was lovely.

“Yes. Please show me everything,” Eidiya breathed, slender hands resting on the other’s shoulders. Up here, suspended two feet higher than he typically stood, he felt like he could see everything. He stared down at the plants and smiled; a nasty little smirk of superiority over these snapping and drooling flowers.

Yes, he was bigger than them now.

Color painted Krosix’s world in every way except literally painting. Plants and flowers decorated a majority of his hive, inside and out. Some dangerous, absolutely. It wouldn’t be Alternia if it wasn’t dangerous. But some of them were just there to look nice, plants he’d gotten from a Jade a while back in exchange for something or other, he couldn’t remember.

The only room that wasn’t heavily decorated with the plant life was the room he was in now. In the back of his hive, with easy access outside and the compost heap he had back there. Which was where most of the Olive was going now that the meat and bones had been separated. Meat going in the freezing storage unit and organs going in another container to be taken out. He wasn’t sure where the bones would go, so he’d leave them for now. The bloodpusher went in a jar, something to take to the Mirthful Messiah’s in a day or so.

He had just finished cleaning the blade he used when he heard it. The oddly quiet voice of his Matesprit. Had he said he was coming today? Maybe they’d made some sort of plans that Krosix couldn’t remember, maybe they didn’t. He’d had his hands covered in gore and hadn’t checked his palmhusk since the day began.

Setting aside the blade, he got up. Better to find Eidiya before he became lunch for one of the more dangerous plants out in the main room. There were a few carnivorous ones, after all. So he lumbered out, spotting the cerulean easily and winding his way over to him.

“….Did I forget a date?” Was the first thing out of his mouth.

       Eidiya’s bloodpusher went soft; he felt the flush that crawled its way over his cheeks and knew he looked like a wriggler in that moment- surrounded by hostile plant life and trembling with pity. By the Sufferer he was juvenile! He placed his arms over his chest and cast his gaze to the side, fixing them on a flower that more resembled a purr beast than plant. He swore it blinked at him.

“No,” He began, biting his lip and drawing a bit of brilliant blue blood to the surface. “I wanted-” oh no, here he went, “I was in the neighborhood looking for- um, croak beasts.”

Maybe he should have taken the easier route and stop verbally shitposting and get to the point. Just say you wanted to see him. Instead he simply placed a hand on the larger troll’s impressive shoulder and offered up something of a devil-may-care smile. “Besides I’ve never seen your hive and I was in the neighborhood.”

Just say you wanted to see him!

“So what do you say for a good ol’ stomping around the block until the sun comes up?”

       Eidiya didn’t often think too seriously about what his Matesprit did with his free time. Krosix was quiet; he was a stalwart wall of a troll and it was hard to even get a sentence out of him. Maybe the cerulean blood was going about things the wrong way; maybe the pity just wasn’t there.

Which was what a coward would say, obviously. Eidiya Ishara was no coward and he wasn’t going to give up for some arbitrary reason that wasn’t worth the metaphorical sopor in his recouperacoon. He’d bite the piercing metal cylinder of a snapbang and delve into the matter with fervor.

[TA] toxicAnalgesic began trolling anthrophagistGardner [GA]

TA: im coming over

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 Except- well, he didn’t expect to see a world of color entering his Matesprit’s hive. Most colorful things on Alternia often meant it would eat you in some, horrifically specific way. Maybe he should have given his Matesprit time to respond to his demand. 

Well, the Ishara line was never known for tact and likely never would be.

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         It was the kind of anger that just kept cutting and cutting and it left him feeling raw and uncomfortable; a hatred stoked by sparks from a blade rather than the flames of a hearth. His taloned fingers curled sharply over his chest, resting lightly over his bloodpusher. Eidiya’s cerulean gaze fixed on the sea dweller that had seemed to teleport himself into what was essentially his backyard. Maybe having a hive so far removed from typical Trollian society that it breached the territory of tyrants was a bad call on his Ancestor’s part.

The troll crossed his arms as if to keep the harsh heat of his blooming hate from escaping into the frigid air. Oh, no. He took a staggering step back, his boot sinking into wet sand by rapidly increasing increments. Soon, he thought, he would be swallowed by the Mystery Beasts that lurked under the beach, their maws waiting for a troll of his relatively small stature to consume. At 6′4″ he stood nearly no chance of escape.

Maybe he hadn’t been noticed yet? Perhaps the sea dweller had yet to notice the way Eidiya gaped at him, teeth bared to the glistening moonlight like some hateful rainbow drinker of bygone times? Another step; this time his boot struck what was likely the bones of some smaller, weaker creature that had been spit up by the sea during its rage. The snapping crunch would have been appreciated under normal circumstances, it was a unique sound that made his long, pointed ears stand at attention. Of course, the sound carried. It became some sort of booming echo that seemed engineered to carry exactly to the sea dweller at his current position in the water.