[ He's going to die. Here, hiding in a closet, trembling like a sick grub, he's going to die and it's all his fault for being so stupid. The four wheel device had been abandoned in another room, a pathetic attempt to throw the strange adult troll off, and he was left wondering if he moved quickly enough would he be able to get out the window and survive the impact?
He was used to falling by now.
With one hand clasped over his mouth and the other pressed firmly against the doorknob, he really didn't have much choice but to try. ]
[The sound of her boots echoes through the house, Mindfang not even bothering to try and disguise them. It is more fun when they know you're coming, when they no that no matter what your footsteps won't stop. She chuckles, and a crash can be heard as she kicks the wheeled device over, one wheel spinning slowly as she turns to continue her search, her voice sing song]
Little hoof8east, little hoof8east, come out come out where ever you are~ Is it not 8etter to face me now? Who knows, perhaps you'll make a fine pet~
[There's only the closet in this room, and with slow, steady footsteps Mindfang makes her way to it. Slow, to let him savour this last few minutes. And then before he can even try and make a break for it she yanks the door open, teeth bared in a smirk] 8oo!
[ the crippled troll reels back, colliding back against the wall with a muffled cry of terror. he's going to die. he's going to die. he's going to die and that's all there is to it. muddy brown trails are already sliding down his cheeks.
This is his first time seeing an adult troll. the brightness of her eyes is terrifying, the gleam of her teeth is almost enough to stop his heart, and yet there's something exquisitely lovely about her. ] I-I didn't- I'm so-suh-rry.
[For the first time Mindfang pauses and with actual gentleness, she touches the tip of one horn. It's the first time she's gotten a proper look at the wriggler, and while there are no red streaks through this hair, no wings on this cripple's back, but still, he resembles a man she knows she will one day meet. And the tear tracks only further her curiosity. A lowblood too, and he wears the Summoner's sign.
She bends, bringing her face closer to his, her voice low and stern] Stop stuttering, and tell me your name 8oy. Come now, quickly, I don't have all day.
[ Again he flinches. He expected a blow. Maybe she was toying with him? Vriska did that sometimes. Gave him things to say and if he could do it without stuttering, uhming or tripping over his words, she claimed he'd be rewarded. He never did, not ever, and so he usually instead received some form of torment.
... She looks like Vriska. Older, wiser, perhaps even deadlier. ]
[Frowning, she studies the wriggler further, reaching to poke one of his legs. A cripple, she could presume, and yet he had managed to escape culling, something that could have happened to him despite the extra weakness. Such a meek little thing, probably terrified of his own shadow.]
Tavros then. Does the name the Summoner mean anything to you? You wear his sign, and yet I was not expecting such a weak thing as a future matesprite. You also lack his mutation........
Ancestor? Then he has come and gone... And yet I live. Perhaps not all predictions are true then.
[She straightens up, flicking messy hair over her shoulder as she smirks down at him] You may call me Mindfang, wriggler. Tell me, are you completely crippled? I usually have no use for useless things, 8ut perhaps I can make an exception.
[ There's a small sigh of relief as she moves away. He almost doesn't notice that he's being spoken to. When it registers he straightens as much as he can, rubbing his palms over his eyes and across his cheeks to try to remove those shameful tears. ]
No, I, uh, I, can move my arms... It's just, my legs.
As interesting as it would 8e to see how strong your arms are, it will only waste my time to watch you crawl. [So with that she leans down and grips him firmly under his arms and drags him out of the closet, grunting softly as she lifts him and proceeds to carry him back to the room with the wheeled device. While she places him on the floor, and rather roughly too, she does at least righten the chair]
Tell me. Do you have his talents with 8easts? If you do, you may still 8e useful. If not, then the act of culling would just 8e an act of mercy to you really. Low8looded and crippled.
[ He's not used to being carried. It's rather terrifying, actually. The ground comes as a welcomed relief, no matter how rough the landing. He hefts himself into the device with well practiced ease. Though, the movements are slow, nervous. ]
Yeah, uh, I do. [ But they aren't really an army. Well. He claims they are, but he's never had the heart to make them fight or even spar... but he doesn't want to be cullled, and he fails to see how it could be anything remotely resembling mercy. ]
Excellent. There is a point to keeping you then. [She smirks, lazily running her fingers through his hair, tugging at snarls absent-mindedly]
You are quite young, aren't you? What, six sweeps at most? Not that it matters much, Redglare was quite young herself, and had she lived... [Sighs, a sigh of hate and rivalry, before moving to the door] Follow me Tavros. And tell me more a8out yourself, and a8out your ancestor.
[ He treats every touch as a blow waiting to happen, unsure if this kindness will abruptly end and result in further damage.
In response to the first question he merely nods, following along after her. ] Uh, well, I'm, six sweeps. My wriggling day, it passed not that long ago. I'm, uh, an Alternian Wildlife Master, and I want to join the cavalreapers. [ ... not that he really expects to survive long enough to, as everyone likes to point out. ]
[Probably wise, despite Mindfang having a much better control on her tempers and frustration than her young descendant.]
A cavalreaper? Admira8le. [Leads him to what could pass as a kitchen, taking a seat and putting her boots up on the table] And what of your quadrants, wriggler?
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Come out now and I'll consider not damaging you any further.
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He was used to falling by now.
With one hand clasped over his mouth and the other pressed firmly against the doorknob, he really didn't have much choice but to try. ]
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Little hoof8east, little hoof8east, come out come out where ever you are~ Is it not 8etter to face me now? Who knows, perhaps you'll make a fine pet~
[There's only the closet in this room, and with slow, steady footsteps Mindfang makes her way to it. Slow, to let him savour this last few minutes. And then before he can even try and make a break for it she yanks the door open, teeth bared in a smirk] 8oo!
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This is his first time seeing an adult troll. the brightness of her eyes is terrifying, the gleam of her teeth is almost enough to stop his heart, and yet there's something exquisitely lovely about her. ] I-I didn't- I'm so-suh-rry.
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She bends, bringing her face closer to his, her voice low and stern] Stop stuttering, and tell me your name 8oy. Come now, quickly, I don't have all day.
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... She looks like Vriska. Older, wiser, perhaps even deadlier. ]
Tavros N-Nitram.
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Tavros then. Does the name the Summoner mean anything to you? You wear his sign, and yet I was not expecting such a weak thing as a future matesprite. You also lack his mutation........
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He's, uh, he's my, uh, ancestor...
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[She straightens up, flicking messy hair over her shoulder as she smirks down at him] You may call me Mindfang, wriggler. Tell me, are you completely crippled? I usually have no use for useless things, 8ut perhaps I can make an exception.
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No, I, uh, I, can move my arms... It's just, my legs.
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Tell me. Do you have his talents with 8easts? If you do, you may still 8e useful. If not, then the act of culling would just 8e an act of mercy to you really. Low8looded and crippled.
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Yeah, uh, I do. [ But they aren't really an army. Well. He claims they are, but he's never had the heart to make them fight or even spar... but he doesn't want to be cullled, and he fails to see how it could be anything remotely resembling mercy. ]
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You are quite young, aren't you? What, six sweeps at most? Not that it matters much, Redglare was quite young herself, and had she lived... [Sighs, a sigh of hate and rivalry, before moving to the door] Follow me Tavros. And tell me more a8out yourself, and a8out your ancestor.
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In response to the first question he merely nods, following along after her. ] Uh, well, I'm, six sweeps. My wriggling day, it passed not that long ago. I'm, uh, an Alternian Wildlife Master, and I want to join the cavalreapers. [ ... not that he really expects to survive long enough to, as everyone likes to point out. ]
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A cavalreaper? Admira8le. [Leads him to what could pass as a kitchen, taking a seat and putting her boots up on the table] And what of your quadrants, wriggler?
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