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I mean… we typically don’t eat the reindeer, but I guess it depends on traditions

"If the reindeer aren't for eating, then what ARE they for?"

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You asked me about Kodanth and Gunmar, right? It's time to answer, not nesseary it is a couple month later, for what else am I to do lying down with a fever?)) Codant was shocked, he was horrified. Gunmar just beckoned him over, poked him with a claw and said "You. You live with me now." And walked away. Or that was what Kodanth remembered. It was nearing nightfall (and what actually is night in the Dark Lands) when Kodanth appeared at Gunmar's door. He was gone. Weary, tired, and dreading the horror of the unknown, Kodanth sat down, huddled on the edge of the fur pile. When Gunmar returned, he found a compact, bony lump, his advisor and now partner. Gunmar did nothing that day or the next, just covered the orange changeling with a pelt. A slave might be afraid of you. A concubine is allowed to do so as well. A mate need not shake in terror just by being near you.

What can I say? It's been a long and complicated relationship between these two. What always follows fear? Anger and rage. Gunmar hardly expected that the perpetually pinned down changeling could give them out in such quantity. At one point in their lives, the constant fighting and brawling had become their routine leisure time. And I won't say Gunmar was really against it. And then it gradually wore off. A Kodanth with stable ground under his feet doesn't need to cling to the ground or dig his share out with his teeth. But Kodanth still likes to bite and you know what I mean)). Kodanth's trust is a slow-growing thing, but if it happens... one sure sign is that he's giving you a and combing and combing his mane. In his time in the Dark Lands it had become more of a tangled mess, Gunmar definitely had a lot of work to do to get it back to normal. Kodanth is rather silent in his own right, but he doesn't have to talk to work. He had gotten used to sitting back to back with Gunmar pretty quickly as they each went about their own things. On particularly daring days, Kodanth puts his long, heavy tail around Gunmar's neck.

Already when the Gumm-Gummes got to the surface lands and attempts were made to keep the Gumm-Gumms, Covenant trolls and Changelings together without bloodshed, Kodanth becomes a kind of buffer between Gunmar and those around him as he is more flexible and immune to what is going on. Kodanth, as a sun-resistant troll, sometimes comes to the surface and warms himself, so that he can come to Gunmar and share with him a bit of warmth that he himself can never know.

It took at least a few years for them to come to a truly normal and healthy relationship. Kodant is the only one who can afford to growl at Gunmar. Or just grudgingly retreat to any convenient place, like the sun. I think the particularly disturbed changelings have tried several times to rescue Kodanth, or at least clarify if it's not necessary to do so.

The relationship between Dictatious and Kodanth is also something. Regardless of whether Dictatious is Gunmar's partner or his advisor. Eventually the relationship between Kodanths and Dictatious will come to a "you piss me off and mess with me all the time, but there's no reason for us to fight each other" style. Gunmar tries to walk away when the two work together, for even he cannot stand all their endless bickering and nitpicking.

Hopefully my idea will repopulate you)))

I LOVE ALL OF THIS!!!!

Especially the slow blooming of trust between Gunmar and Kodanth and how it starts with aggressive sparring!

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"This 'Christmas' thing. I am lead to believe reindeer meat is involved?"

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One question, what would Gunmar's heartbeat be like and how is Gunmar's heartbeat's reaction when he does physical activity and what would Gunmar's heart look like?

More troll biology/anatomy HCs!

Trolls have powerful hearts that beat at a slow pace.

Adapted to live in both low- and normal-oxygen levels, the rate at which trolls' heart beats is flexible, decreasing in environments where oxygen is scarce.

The size of the troll species often determines the rate at which the heart pumps at, which then determines the life expectancy of the troll. For example, larger trolls, like mountain trolls, live longer than smaller species.

Gunmar is a bit of an outlier in the life expectancy thing, since he’s a Heartstone troll and as long as there's living Heartstones to leach upon, he ain't dying from an old age.

But to the question;

I would say that he has a resting rate of 30-40 bpm, and when physically active, about 60-80 bpm, depending on how vigorous the activity is.

And Gunmar's heart would be black in color!

(This is a pretty crude drawing of a heart, and I was not bothered to really check if everything is anatomically correct Dx)

And I would have preferred if I would have managed to make the heart look more unique since now it looks a bit too much like a human heart.

I don't know much about cardiology and just pulled something that seems right to me out of my ass, but if anyone is a bit more specialized in it, corrections are wholeheartedly welcome 🙏

- HuttuHarakka

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Gunmar's head descended, and his tongue lathes across Laurie's back, his warm breath chasing away the chill of the Darklands.

Laurie is gonna investigate the santa hat on the ground, before climbing inside of it and starting to bark. her little tail the only thing visible, wagging. no one can see her, so no one can yell at her for making too much noise.

Gunmar smiles and reaches down, tugging lightly at the tail to instigate play.

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Gunmar retorted with a growl of his own, his low enough to shake the darklands.

But he's smiling as he drops to all fours, jerking his hand back like a prey creature.

Laurie is gonna investigate the santa hat on the ground, before climbing inside of it and starting to bark. her little tail the only thing visible, wagging. no one can see her, so no one can yell at her for making too much noise.

Gunmar smiles and reaches down, tugging lightly at the tail to instigate play.

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Laurie is gonna investigate the santa hat on the ground, before climbing inside of it and starting to bark. her little tail the only thing visible, wagging. no one can see her, so no one can yell at her for making too much noise.

Gunmar smiles and reaches down, tugging lightly at the tail to instigate play.

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*nom nom the horns*

That better be a youngling and not an adult.

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:(

That’s not very jolly of you man

"I am not known for being boisterous."

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*faint, quick footsteps quickly grow louder as a Santa hat is yanked over your head, the trickster teleports away in a puff of orange, sulphuric smelling smoke*

Gunmar will tear the hat off and throw it to the ground.

"I was already wearing a hat! I have no need for a second one! One is already more clothing than I'd like!"

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https://youtube.com/shorts/-GZAy1MxKwU?si=cM86o4Z3tuDvCrgP

"Cat's are like Wizards. All mad."

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"It's good to see her act like a youngling." Gunmar declared, "There are times she is too quiet for one so small."

Yuki has the zoomies, and is gonna run across the warlord and his throne several times over, despite the frigid touch she currently carries.

"YUKI!" Gunmar will fire several warning swats in her direction, missing each time as frost forms on his throne. "DOWN!"

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..

Critmis :D

*Kaboom, now you’re dressed in full Santa regalia :D*

(merry Christmas)

Gunmar will immediately set about tearing off the clothing with claws and teeth.

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"I am Gunmar the Black. King of this dying world." Gunmar watched, semi-impressed as the creature managed to scrounge up food bits so small he couldn't even scent them, Clearly it's senses were keen.

"And you? Do you things name yourselves?"

There’s soft rustling in the walls.

He can hear the sound; but what's causing it?

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When it comes to special times of the year, Gadag trolls have a celebration in alignment with the day cycles and their own biological clocks. This holiday is referred to as the Hibernale Sonnenwende (Hibernal Solstice), or Fest der längsten Nacht (Festival of the Longest Night) - and on the human calendar this takes place on the 21st of December.

The Hibernale/Fest is an opportunity for all Gadag trolls to get together end of the year to share a feast's worth of food and drinks prepared by almost every member of the village while being social. Gluhwein is a popular item brought the festivities, as well as roast meats. Fruit spreads, cheeses, pastry, and a variety of edible minerals also find their way to the communal space to be gorged on.

As Gadags eat the goals of their celebration are many: merriment, socialization, young Gadag to possibly find partners, and for families to exchange/collect gifts for the youths in their care (in order to keep them occupied when they wake from hibernation before their parents). The get-together usually lasts for a whole 24 to 48 hours - and then once all is done the Gadag disperse to go to their respective dens to do what they will before their bodies make them sleep until around springtime.

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Gunmar knew that pixie's in general were creatures with attitude much bigger than their size would indicate, he didn't take the tone personally. It would be like being annoyed with a frog for croaking.

"There's precious little scraps and crumbs here, I hope you don't expect to make your living in this wretched place." He pushed himself back into a sitting position.

While the fact that he COULD step on the creature flicked through his mind, but what would the purpose be? The simple fact of the matter was, this creature was beneath him. And if it wasn't for the mind-killing boredom, he wouldn't entertain a conversation with a pixie.

And yet, here he was, c

hatting with it as if it were one of his generals.

There’s soft rustling in the walls.

He can hear the sound; but what's causing it?

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Gunmar dropped to one knee, lowering his head until his eye was level with the creature. It loomed like an ominous moon as Gunmar leaned in close, letting out a growl as he recognized the creature.

"A pixie-imp."

There’s soft rustling in the walls.

He can hear the sound; but what's causing it?