Romans & histoires Troll Anatomy Homestuck

Ok so not just me that’s shocked this time thank goodness. “Yes I said troll” he smirks “Trolls aren’t like you see in the stories, we are however usually abnormally large and brutish looking so you tend to find us nowadays working as bouncers, security, wrestlers, occasional police officers and basketball stars. Because I have mixed parentage I don’t look much like the trolls you see today I do however have some traits the height and slight muscle form” He gestures to his body and I hear Johnny low growl a little. “Anyway my mother was a druid, druids tend to be soft looking with striking features and almost always with a purple tint to the eyes. I haven’t met any that haven’t-so far. My dr

As for the Troll King, it was even much easier, King Troll is big creature and it is also extremely stupid, arrogant and easy to provoke. A monster like King Troll has no thinking or even intellectual capability at all, they were a creature that move based on instinct and barbaric nature. And the way to subdued it without killing it is easy, much more easier, I simply cut off all of it’s joint, from the ankle, knees, pelvic all the way to it’s wrist. Each time I cut it’s joint open I would stuck a tree branch or anything that is close to me, in it. King Troll special abilities is ‘Hyper Regeneration’ that made it able to recover any injuries damage done to it be it a superficial ones or even

His hulking body bares a tunic of leather, heavy chains, and black tattoos snaking in between them. His eyes are droopy; his skin is a shade of green. A nose like a potato sits beneath his eyes, and his hair is tangled and hangs in greasy strands around his features. He smells of raw meat and iron, his breath an echoing growl of hunger. "Watch where you're going, little man," he growls. "Sorry." I rub the back of my head and look around. The troll is still standing there, staring at me with interest. I try to ignore him. I've never seen a troll in person before, and while I would love to stare back at him, something tells me he wouldn't take well to that.

The claws were slightly luminescent, with a ghostly glow reflecting its eerie presence. But nothing happened, I thought, watching helplessly as the Stalagtor advanced ever closer. I raised my hand and unleashed my magic, which burst forth from between my fingers like a bolt of lightning. A powerful shockwave struck a boulder next to the Stalagtor. It roared and neared me. Its head was triangular and flattened, with a face partially covered by a rugged, helmet-like formation resembling a large stalagmite. Its eyes were large, multifaceted crystals emitting a dim, eerie yellow light, the only illumination in the dark cave. These eyes could swivel independently, allowing the Stalagtor to keep c

“Fuck” I heard a low grumble and the whole earth shook underneath me, the leaves from the trees fell to the floor from the trembling. I sighed and looked up and saw the ugliest creature stalking before me, long grey hair, green gross skin, horns for ears, and a pointy nose. He smiled and I saw what looked like leeches between his teeth. He screamed at me ‘arrrrrrrrr’ and the stench mixed with the slime coming from his mouth covered my face and turned my stomach. From what I heard about trolls they turn to stone once the sunlight hits them so I have to hold him off for about five more minutes. I started running towards him as fast as I can jumping off my feet and punching him with all my stre

I hung on with my feet dangling in the air. The liquid barrage continued unabated for the next couple of minutes. The troll’s face scrunched up with the effort of holding on. And then it crumbled. His human features lost their shape and definition and his whole body swelled up. Once he had transformed back to troll, his strength seemed to return. With a heave he yanked Flossie up and onto the bridge where she landed with a splat. The stream of urine dribbled and spluttered to an end, but then the giant raised the tip preparing for another go round. This time he seemed to be taking more careful aim.

Somewhere between a prison and a memory. I cursed under my breath and turned left—only to stop dead. A rumble shook the ground. A low growl followed. We must have entered the wrong tunnel. Suddenly, a gigantic figure emerged. A troll. It was massive—ten feet tall with skin like cracked granite. Its eyes were hollowed pits glowing faintly blue, and its tusks jutted from its mouth like jagged scythes. It had been sleeping in the tunnel’s belly, curled beneath roots like a corpse. We’d woken it and it was annoyed.

When they discovered their natural enemy, they immediately froze to the ground, preparing to strike with their razor-sharp fangs and claws, which were already in place. Darwin, on the other hand, was startled by the rusty sounds of another iron barrier yanking open from behind him. A massive, raucous troll monster lumbered out of the woods. Seven-foot-tall, a seven hundred-pound troll-leather-clad beast, and with two long double swords in each hand. Who wore a leather garment on its back as protection at its weakest point. A troll has become extremely agitated after spotting its prey. After all, lycans' blood has been their primary source of nectar, providing them with the essential thrill t

“Stick close to me but stay at the gates. The trolls are focused on screams and noise. You are on a horse so it won’t go after you unless it thinks you are prey. Stay still and don’t scream.” Grace nodded, and they turned their attention back to the village. Philip rode ahead and Grace stopped where he had directed her to. She watched as they all charged the first troll. It was built a lot like some gargoyles she had seen. It had several eyes on its head, and when it swung its fists at a stone wall, it smashed a hole in the house.

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