#trolls and nature

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Breathes there as introllesting a venue as it can get for a troll reunion among a greater troll clan as--

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So obviously trollsthetical, is it not, reader?

Green Path

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Not quite in a Trollkins vein--or could it be, yet we mortals are unaware of it?

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The which happens to be esepcially true down among Trollkindom; after all, Troll worship of Nature could be considered animist.

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Definitely in a Trollkin sort of vein, down Troll County way even....

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"Y'all ain't gon' believe this ..."

Or so some claim fairy tales begin, as told in the American South. I mention this inasmuch as this explains, as per Pixlee Trollsom's files in Troll lore in and around Trolltown, the male/female introllationship.

It was a cool, somewhat lonely night in the wilds of Trolltown, the moon lit rather bright and casting a soft hazy glow in the skies.

But in its face, Trollgamesh, a somewhat middle-aged male Troll, felt somewhat alone for some reason or another. Somehow, Trollgamesh couldn't quite find the ideal sort of female for to warm his cold bed in the night, and perhaps bring forth young Trolls into the world.

Yet he managed to make the best of it in such fascination of activity that Nature affords the Troll, maintaining a brave face while hoping "the right gal" will approach him and give him much-needed companionship of a Troll sort.

And yet ... it did happen.

It came about on a somewhat foggy morning in the backwaters of a bayou, where Trollgamesh was spearing some fish in waist-deep-to-a-Troll waters and managing not to feel sorry for his Troll self when--

"Hello ..."

Trollgamesh, busy with his spearing, was a little too busy to notice this mysterious Troll personage. So our mystery gal took it a little more seductively:

"Hellllooooo ..."

It was enough to stun Trollgamesh and have him abandon whatever else was on his Troll mind in his nakedness.

"Uh," Trollgamesh asked in a somewhat hoarse sort of tone, "what exactly have you in mind with me?" (He may have sounded elderly, but outside didn't look so.) For some reason, this rather strange feminine Troll decided to disrobe, revealing a rather weirdly handosme feminine nakedness with massive (and genuine, too) breasts being its most obvious feature.

Wading somewhat slowly into the water, the female Troll approached Trollgamesh and gently stroked his face, as if she was telling him So why must you suffer in your loneliness when someone like myself is probably what you're needing?

Trollgamesh tried not to be embarrassed as this rather unlikely female Troll--a total stranger to such a wild one, mind you--felt his Troll nakedness. On a signal of sorts, Trollgamesh began caressing her, taking especial interest in her breasts and belly ... and she purred a sort of feline purr-purr as if to suggest she was what Trollgamesh wanted.

Hesitantly, Trollgamesh acknowledged that he had been driven from his home after his parents became ill and, uncertain that he had living Troll kin, was compelled to wander around, hiding himself more or less and having to fend for himself, wondering if anyone in Trolldom would accept him.

Yet Trollgamesh found something of a fascination in her breasts enough to not just caress them, but also suckle on them in an infantile sort of curiosity. Which made her fascinated to the point of giggling.

Eventually coming to shore, she thus explained herself:

"My name ... is Trollberta."

"Call me ... Trollgamesh."

(The introductions being somewhat measured out of their just having met more than anything, and a Troll's need to "break the ice" in a way when coming into unlikely company in these scenarios.)

Trollberta would explain to Trollgamesh that "somehow, it's not exactly Troillish to be lonely and not have some company feminine to warm the bed on cold and lonely nights ... perhaps it was time that you discovered, for one, the sheer magic of sex."

Which, all in all, saw Trollgamesh break out of his shell by baby steps, in a way, realising just how natural sex is to such creatures of Nature as Trolls, and the importance in Trolldom of sex, as he felt the sheer wonder of his penis flowering forth and his releasing seed unto Trollberta ... not to mention the trollaxation ensuing of sheer and wondrous trollease through sexual companionship, never mind the positioning approached (though it should be noted that perhaps Trollgamesh liked mating her standing in waist-high waters and facing each other).

Which, to Trolldom, explains the significance of sexual companionship.

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Imagine this done up in accordance with the Greater Trollsthetic down Trolltown way:

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Poetry Corner

Just imagine it's a muggy summer's sort of day down Troll County way. A somewhat weedy-looking, almost skinny even, Troll goes into his nakedness, basically wearing of himself, and heads into some spring as if going into the dive trollsperience.

Finding a modest little stone the size of his palm, our Troll prepares to make the descent into said spring with nothing in trollticular on his mind--until a mertroll comes along. Friendly sort of underwater gal, and rather fascinating to boot.

It's an old mertroll trick of sorts: greeting a diver to the effect of welcoming him into the spring, and giving what is essentially a "kiss of life" pumping air from the mertroll's lungs into the diver's such for what could be an especially prolonged dive.

And you just wonder how they accomplish as much....

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Especially when you're among the Trollkin community.

Dream home 💚

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Try to picture something Trollish in this scene:

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Picture this, if you will, in a sort of Trollish bucolia:

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There must be something about Trolls and paddleboards

Particularly when you've got mystical creatures so close to Nature as it gets and plenty of springs, creeks and bayous (not to mention their likely backwaters) around Troll County, somewhere close to the American South as I understand it ... and when two and two come together essentially, Trolldom, in its desire for introllconnecting unto Nature such as is their blood, can't help but find paddleboarding as introllesting as it can get.

In the particular case of those trollmantics, Blitz Lumpkin and Pixlee Trollsom, you just can't help but find plenty of incentive for as much trollventure as trollmance in some backwater paddleboard trollsperience, especially considering where

for the most part, Troll-type paddleboards are made of groundfall wood, never mind such being as long and as big as a typical old-school Hawai'ian surfboard such as was reserved for the use of royalty and chieftains;

warm summer days can't help but call for wearing but one's troll self on a paddleboarding excursion, whereas the slightly-chilly Southern winters will call for a light sweater and sweat pants in such a scenario;

it's not all that uncommon to pack just enough for maybe an overnight paddleboard trollventure to some backwater troll settlement, being surprised to find the locals themselves also into paddleboarding (especially on narrower creeks and bayous); and

such paddleboards that Blitz and Pixlee are fond of are those as can support both on a typical such paddleboarding trollventure--with Flooky, their pet drawg, sometimes joining along (and who knew drawgs could paddleboard as well?)

And with such companionship trollveturtous that Blitz and Pixlee happen to have, you can just bet that plenty of paddleboarding trollventures can get to be rather unpredictably fascinating in their own way. Which is pretty much the case among Trolldom down that way, knowing just how well outdoor adventure sport can help strengthen the natural troll bonds to Nature....

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Which is about as Trollkin as it can get, no?

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Tell me this isn't exactly Trolltown of a summer evening's sunset, moonrise even:

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Imagine these as a sort of Troll "swimmin' hole," portal into a "divin' hole" spring even:

(Apologies unto Snagglepuss for the inspiration)

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that's an actual crossword clue I had to look up

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