#lloric venati

[goddesstrolls]

sometimes you just have to shoot your ex in the chest with a shotgun. not out of malice but because he went apeshit and you know he'd want you to

anyway this was supposed to be a drabble but then i decided to draw it instead.

[goddesstrolls]

>> Missah gives a faint snort at the mention of a lover's spat, but clearly doesn't want to interrupt.

"yxu'd knxw if yxu pissed me xff. it wxuldn't gx a whxle lxt different than last time."

>> You stub your cigarette out on the sleeve of your jacket and finish off the last of your whiskey. You don't really want to go hive yet, though.

"i'm fuckin' fine. dxn't knxw what the fuck yxu're talking abxut."

>> How the hell is he supposed to know this isn't your usual demeanor? It's not that far off anyway, normally you're sulking or pissed the hell off.

>> Missah doesn't look convinced, but she just tilts her head and twists her lips slightly. She knows better than to pry.

"I'm mostly mocking the article. It made it sound like we were having some sort of lovers spat and we'd actually fought instead if me running away."

>> You're watching him closer now. He's not been this... Sullen? You're pretty sure it wasn't something you did this time... You go quiet for a bit and just watch. This feels weird.

".... Did something happen? I don't think I said anything to piss you off this time but you're sullen like you've just watched someone take the last of your favorite snack."

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> You sit with your head down in the bar at Adderhead, the slummy lowblood bar that serves as one of the hideouts for the Fangs.

> There’s no one here except for you and the bartender, who felt bad enough for you to give you a few free shots and listen to your complaints. Everyone else has fucked off to their own bolt holes or the maze of tunnels that constitute part of Adderhead.

> You fucked up, plain and simple. You lost a fight you were supposed to win. Got knocked out cold. You hear the other guy got an earful too, but you lost your right to your winnings. That was your fucking rent money.

> You split your knuckles on the wall outside and fumed for a while, but now you’re too spent to be pissed and the bartender won’t give you enough booze to get drunk.

> You can’t be bothered to drag your sorry ass hive yet, so...Here you are.

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[goddesstrolls]

top 10 ways to find out your new coworker is a werewolf

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uhhhh take ur pick

Shifter who isn’t Hunter (but he fought him, that’s what the bite on his neck is from :) ) (Lloric Venati)

a she/him traveler (Radaka Phayal / Amelis)

A bitch but he does know a lot due to being immortal (Rasira Larrum / Raz)

Also knows a lot due to being immortal/a deity ([REDACTED])

Two fleet trolls who have spent the majority of their lives off-world (though they’re currently on-world so i can Use Them) (Jannai Lyrras & Kairos Mikari)

Nature witch/mage, also affiliated with shadow and poison (Arctus Izaril)

Most of them have profiles here! The above links are to their art tags :>

how do you animate i want to make an animatic so fucking much

[goddesstrolls]

>> You sit at the bar in Adderhead, nursing a glass of whiskey. You just finished getting chewed out by Vik for going too hard during tonight's fight- Even though you warned him that you wouldn't be fighting well. He probably anticipated you to lose, not break several of your opponent's bones. Either way, you can't bring yourself to be annoyed about it.

>> A distant, rhythmic thumping is heard from one of the pipes in the building's ceiling for a few moments. The bouncer is announcing that a stranger is coming down the hall.

>> The bar's residents are mostly lowbloods or hemoanons, some wearing a multitude of colors besides their caste. A bug-winged troll shuffles to hide behind two of their buddies, and an off-caste mutant drops their gaze to hide their eyes.

>> Most everyone's eyes are on the door as it opens, and even you look over your shoulder to see the stranger. Missah idly polishes a glass behind the bar.

>> The room is very dimly lit by a single yellow bulb hanging from the ceiling, and a few neon signs and ads- All of which are stolen. There are a few tables, and a metal door to the left of the bar counter. Most of the tables are occupied, but you're the only one at the bar.

>> After a few moments, everyone slowly goes back to what they were doing. A few watch the stranger out of the corner of their eye. Missah didn't even bother looking up.

[goddesstrolls]

lloric is actually going to the ball this year

he doesn't know how to feel about this

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> You stand in the dark kitchen, illuminated by the light of the open fridge.

> A crowbar leans within grabbing distance, but you’re occupied with the fridge’s contents. You’re just standing there eating anything you can get your hands on. You started with leftovers and moved on to any meat products.

> This is not your hive. You waited for the inhabitant to leave and broke a window at the back of the hive to get in here. 

> You hear a door open and close, and ignore it.

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>> You've lost track of how long it's been since you were kicked out of the Fangs. Every night's been exactly the same, it feels like- Work, eat if you remember, sleep.

>> Physically, you feel better. You're not aching from fighting or hungover. You're not angry all the time, or pissing someone else off.

>> You guess this is just what 'better' looks like for you. What Missah wanted you to be.

>> It feels pretty...Empty.

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((TW for animal death))

Lloric unlocked the padlock holding the gate to his hive shut, the chain jingling as he loosed it.

He hadn't been gone long, barely an hour. He'd left the front door open, after all. Not that he had much to steal, or anyone would get very far with his lusus there.

The bite had been bandaged and tended. Doc had complained about him coming in for outside injuries- But he was getting paid either way.

Lloric locked the gate again behind him, and then walked up to the hive. Light spilled out through the open doorway.

He pushed open the door to find his lusus waiting. The two-headed dog raised his tail and bared his teeth when he saw Lloric. Not a friendly greeting, to be certain.

Lloric shut the door, never once taking his eyes off his lusus. The animal got in moods like this from time to time, attacking Lloric for seemingly no reason. He was just waiting for the dam to break again.

He made to step forward, challenging his lusus to keep him out of his own hive.

His lusus charged- But he jumped higher than Lloric was anticipating, paws landing on his collarbone. His lusii's weight threw him onto his back, and he felt the dog's fangs meet his throat.

Lloric froze as his lusii's teeth sank into his flesh.

He'd expected this, sooner or later. Figured it would happen when things were worse, when they were hiveless and it didn't look like they could get a place.

What he didn't understand was why it came now, when he was making more money, when he had a nice place for them to live.

His lusii's fangs didn't sink deep. He held on for several long moments, and then let go, backing away.

Lloric stared at the ceiling. It was a familiar feeling, right now. He couldn't count the amount of times he found himself lying on his back, expecting to be dead in a matter of moments.

It didn't feel like he was bleeding out, though. He sat up, and put a hand to the bite wounds on his throat. There was some blood, but not much.

His lusus was standing there glaring at him. Lloric dropped his hands into his lap.

"The fuck do you want from me?"

His lusus bared his teeth and then snapped his jaws in a short snarl. Lloric took that to mean 'more'. He never was enough, for anyone.

He started to get up. His lusus snapped his jaws near his arm. Lloric swatted at his lusii's face.

"What?! I don't know what you fucking want!"

His lusus met his gaze, and lunged. Lloric could tell he was going for the throat again. He caught the dog by the side of the neck and slammed him onto the floor, beginning to shift into his half-wolf form as he grappled with the animal.

He wrapped his own, now canine jaws around his lusii's neck, without applying any force, but the dog fought against his teeth. Lloric closed his jaws tighter out of reflex.

Not too tight, he thought. Just about the same amount his lusus had bitten into his own throat.

He held on until his lusus stopped fighting him, pinning him down with one large paw.

Lloric lifted his head, and immediately realized how much blood had pooled on the floor. How still his lusus was, eyes half-lidded. His heart dropped into his stomach, a chill passing over him.

"Dad?"

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>> You were just finishing a shower when you hear your lusus suddenly start barking and snarling up a storm outside.

>> You'd surrounded your hive with an 8ft fence with vertical wooden slats to keep him from getting out, but your new place is in a busier neighborhood than your old one. More trolls walk by and they're probably used to lusii being less murderous than yours.

>> Your hair dripping wet, you throw on your pants and step outside. Your two-headed dog lusus is pacing the fence, growling and snarling and trying to find a way out.

>> Someone tried to stick their fingers or something through, probably. You walk down the path towards the gate and your lusus makes a beeline for it, betting on slipping out when you open it. You grab one of his two collars and undo the padlock on the chain holding the gate.

>> Your lusus strains against you, trying to get free, but he's quiet at the moment. You stick your head out to see if anyone's still around.

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Missah felt her phone vibrate in her pocket, a steady thrum that told her someone was trying to call. 

She assumed it was someone or another who wanted to yell at her or needed to be yelled at. That was usually how it went when people called her. 

She didn’t particularly feel the call might have been from Lloric, despite his outburst a few nights prior. He never called. It was far more likely for him to come slinking in with his tail metaphorically between his legs.

But she was unoccupied, and had no reason not to check to see who it was.

Missah was surprised to see Lloric’s name up on the screen. A bitter feeling rose in her chest, and suddenly she thought maybe she did feel like yelling at someone tonight.

She stepped into the back room, ignoring the glances from the handful of patrons in the main room tonight.

“What the fuck do you want.” Missah snapped upon answering. There was a pause, as she supposed Lloric was regretting calling her.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, his voice sounding groggy and hoarse. 

“Yeah, you better be fucking sorry.” Missah continued, and then bit her tongue. He sounded miserable enough that she probably really didn’t need to lay into him. 

There was grief behind it, and she swallowed it down like a bitter pill. She’d be lucky if she saw him again, if he weren’t killed for what happened or if he didn’t skip town.

“Did I… Hurt anyone?” Lloric continued. So he was lucid enough to remember he’d shifted in Adderhead, but not anything else.

“Yes. You tore out someone’s throat. Took out Whistler’s eye before he got you outside.” Missah took a breath through her nose. Anger bubbled through her grief, but she was finding it harder and harder to feel that any of what happened was remotely intentional. “What even happened? Why did you just…Turn.”

“I don’t know.” Lloric’s answer fell like a brick through the air, his voice quiet. Missah waited a heartbeat for him to continue, but there was nothing but thick silence from the other line.

“Not even Runner’s sympathetic." Missah continued. "Everyone thinks you did it on purpose. That you thought you could get away with it or something because you’re our champion. Lloric-”

Missah pinched the bridge of her nose. “You fucked up. Not just this time. You’ve been fucking up. If you weren’t such a hairline trigger, violent asshole, then maybe more people would be on your side with this. Do you hear me?”

Silence. And then a choked “yeah.”

Missah sighed. The sound of him seeming like he was about to cry tugged at her heartstrings. She didn’t need to tell him how badly he’d just ruined his life. “Fucking hell, Lloric.”

Silence.

“Either get out here so we can get this shit over with, or get out of town. I’m done with you.” 

Missah hung up, and leaned back against the closed door behind her. She put her hand to her face, and tried to hold back her tears.

[goddesstrolls]

yet another attempt at drawing/designing werewolf lloric. even in troll form his posture is shit because he's so used to doing that hunched stance.

[goddesstrolls]

v quick lloric sprite set :>

i really like how his new sprites came out actually

[goddesstrolls]

yeah yeah mister demanding. it was for you. no one's gonna fight you for it. how're things out there for you now? anything changed? hows the eye?

"mh."

>> You devoured the entire contents of the basket in less than five minutes.

>> With your luck, you half expect someone to literally hold food over your head and then take it away in some cruel joke, or to get something out of you.

"it's shit. what did yxu expect."