Novel & Cerita Troll Anatomy Homestuck

[Name: Antonella Mowers] [Level: 1 (83 XP left to lv 2)] [Race: Armored tunneling worm (Hybrid)] [Role: Gatherer] [Abyssal force: 35 AF] [Attack: 12] [Defense: 12] [Dexterity: 12 (+1)] [Agility: 7] [Intelligence: 1] [Skills:] Dig Lv 1 (passive) (^) Social organism (Passive) Lv 1 (^) [Affinities:] None It was a tunneling worm clad in a black exoskeleton, he could retract his insectoid mandibles inside his mouth, and extend them without much trouble. Three pairs of legs near his front helped to dig faster and traverse on land more effectively. And lastly, a pair of compound eyes were covered in a thin membrane to help him see better under and over the ground.

Akillim sucks in a chunk of air, and exhales loudly, while watching the little trolls hurry away with his meal. "I found that under a tree trunk, it was dead and I never thought it was someone's." "Grods are fledglings of trolls," Ceira stomps down. "they hide their catch from the adults." "And what are you doing here?" Akillim, shifting his strength from his sprinting dinner, to the elf beside him. "I thought I told you clearly to stay far away from me?" Folding both his arms, he looks beyond her beautiful woven red hair, into her oval shaped blue eyes, anticipating an answer.

The young troll sucked in a breath as small jolts of electricity lit up under her skin, but as Mason began to smile she jerked herself from the chair and disappeared in a puff of orange glitter. The sudden action seemed to startle the flits, and they immediately began to surround Mason like a swarm of angry bees. Mina started to make a swirling motion with her hands and Murdok stood up, “stop, this is my mountain and I will maintain control here,” he barked.

He wasn’t used to the little lady’s savage mouth. Toro, on the other hand, scratched his head. “If you are concerned about the private genital parts of the human body, then should the animals be ashamed, too? It’s only organs, we have nothing to worry about.” Alek Cider nodded in agreement. Her lips pouted as she tried to internalize what her older brother Toro lectured. “I don’t understand why you are overreacting, Quinn?” “Right.” Alek Cider nodded and continued, “I know you are also smart, Old Man Quinn. However, I couldn’t deny the fact that Brother Toro was studying Medical Science in our school. His words and even his body reacted to the natural call of science.”

The trolls spoke their own language, and it was unlike anything I’d heard before. Their voices were deep and gravelly. They chatted among themselves and pretended not to understand me when I spoke, but I knew very well that they could. The smallest one was on my left, and seemed very taken with me. He was the only one who looked friendly, and eventually he started talking. I knew it! I knew they could understand me. “Tell me about trolls,” I asked. I’d found out his name was Cory and his dad was the leader of this clan. “How do you shape-shift?”

The smell of sulphur and death overpowered any wonderful scent my mates made. The cracked and volcano rocks that made up the tunnels to the Below were floored with dirt, bones and stripped clothing. Theo kicked the skull of a troll, half its face crushed and one of its tusks was buried in the dirt. "That's comforting." He huffed as we continued. I suppressed a giggle, but my attention was focused above us, keeping an eye on the large cracks and holes for movement.

I placed one foot on whatever body part that I could manage and with both my hands and foot I was able to wrench the thing off me. I grasped my head and stumbled backwards, needing to get a better look at what this thing was. I was actually mortified by what I saw. A little bipedal thing. Like a troll, or goblin, but gray and scaly. It had spikes on top of its head. I guess they’re horns. Its face was tiny, and its eyes were big with black irises in the center. It stood at only three feet tall and wore nothing. The troll like creature was holding its stomach and pointing its icky little finger at me. The little shit is laughing at me! I darted forward. As I ran, I positioned my foot to kick

She declared mockingly. Gamma Sevy chortled at her remarks, but the creature seemed to hate it and held her tighter, almost breaking her neck. Vesper's face paled, her lips started to turn purple and the veins in her neck started swelling, and it scared Gamma Sevy. He forgot to think clearly and attacked on impulse that he did not notice there was another troll coming his way. Before he could reach the fire troll that was holding Vesper, the other troll leaped at him hard and tried to bite him in the neck, but he fought it off and immediately buried his sharp fangs in the troll.

The seer fired back making everyone laugh. “Trolls are not violent dear seer, they are the same as your kind, they are not violent, but it doesn’t mean that there won’t be any rotten potatoes in a sack. Like you.” The troll elder fired back as well but before the seer could say anything else Tia chanted a spell and sealed his mouth. “You should have done that a long time ago.” The troll elder said to Tia.

says Graydon with a smile. "Oh no," I say as I start to see where he's going with this. Trolls are walking, talking, twelve feet tall stink bombs. Most of the time they are just smelly. But when they feel threatened or angry or upset or annoyed or even just a little bored, they can let off a stink that will knock everyting within 100 metres flat. "Yes exactly," says Graydon. "Not quite a smoke bomb. Troll bomb." The others suck in their breath. "That's harsh," says the blue-haired guy but he's nodding approvingly.