#trolls with tails and toe beans

[shirecorn]

I have nothing new to add. In love with these rodents.

[kittydoodle]

[ID: Floyd from Trolls, lounging on his stomach. He has his chin in his hands and his feet swinging up as he smiles softly. He's been drawn with a tail, toe beans, and black fingerless gloves in addition to his usual appearance, and there are pink stars doodled around him. End ID.]

ive been going nuts about trolls 3 since i first watched it and i FINALLY managed to draw my favorite!! i love u biiitch 🫵

[spooky-pop]

thoughts on trolls with toe beans?

Personally I wouldn't draw them on my own trolls but I LOVEEE art where they have toe beans!! I think they look so cute tbh. Toe beans and tails is a good combo

[oxiepoe]

I have bad English but it’s real question

How come they have tails if they not have in canon?? Or it’s just something u like to add

hi! i just like drawing things with tails! i never did with the trolls before until i saw a piece of art with them having tails and i thought it was super cute!

same thing with the toe beans ^^

[leerofthevinegaroons]

there is, a beast. In the hold. Toe beans hanging out of a barrel of preserved fish. nevermind how she got onto the ship unseen, a better question is how she got into the hold unseen, past the lock.

When Baribus was volunteered to take the youngest of his "employer's" surface-drawn children on a seaside excursion, fishing the little gremlin out of barrels was not exactly what he had in mind. Giving a soft huff, the tall, turquoise rust troll reached into the barrel, grabbed hold of the tail that didn't belong, and hoisted the little figure out of the fish barrel.

"And what do you think you're doing?" he asked, a faint buzz to his gravely baritone.

[knights-unwelcommentary]

Honestly if we take into account the most popular headcanons and features we can extrapolate from canon the entire troll species becomes taxonomy nightmare

(warnimg, rant ahead, thread with caution)

They are a species that has 11 (formerly 12, that we know of) distinct different colours of blood, which differentiate between trolls far more than races could ever do in humans. They present mammalian or mammalian-like traits like hair and breasts and sweat, except the only hair they have is in the head, no sign or reference to other body hair, but are deeply referenced as insects, being hatch from eggs implied to be by the thousand with fully formed heads (with hair!!!!) and eight insect-like legs, except they have a weird symbiotic relationship with the another whole taxonomic terror that are lussi, wich are basically supersized earth animals, wich are completely nuclear white to stand the burning sun, wich have a similar blood system going on, that they use to ADOPT trolls, and one caste of lussi is tasked with using the genetic material of trolls? To make more eggs????

Trolls have internal skeletal structure but also some form of exoskeleton, the first of which they gain by "pupating" however apt the term is here. They are definitely nocturnal and probably have some limited night vision. Again, they are adopted by animals, who range from basically a dog to a eldritch horror that previously existed outside time and space (though this one is a bit of an outliner) in terms of intelligence, and normally trolls and lussi end up with similar characteristics, like cat lips or wings, is it because lussi choose based on likeness? Do trolls develop those features by exposure??? Who knows. Also trolls live span varies wildly, from half the average human life expectancy to literally the span of all human history and all in-between, those who live longer have incredible physical strength and general resilience to damage AND resistance to psychic powers, which SURPRISE!! Trolls have, to be precise those at the bottom, who on average have the capability to power entire spaceships, also tend to have flatter teeth whereas the other extreme have deep abyss needle teeth. Some can have wings some can have more than two eyes and or strange pupils, they have a whole alphabet to denote different lineages, wich along other pieces of information implies that trolls eggs are laid all in the same batch and emerge as they hatch, they are also thought to be capable of purring, at least once depicted as having blood colored stripes under UV light, sometimes they are imagined with tails and other animal traits, like animalistic appendages and, most important, toe beans. And please don't get me started in the clusterfuck that are the quadrants and the fucked up reproduction system

I can't tell if I missed something because trolls as a whole are so similar to us but so deeply alien, and I feel like the only reason we don't think about it is because they are mostly depicted through a painted medium, like, the this i said are not really estrange and can be found in nature (except the blood thing, that's wholecloth original, I think), but if you put it all together it creates a very fucked up species and I can only imagine biologists of all specialities trying of classifying this genetic alphabet soup of a species

Again sorry for the rant

Rants are perfectly acceptable for a ludicrous species like this one

I'm going with the idea that at some point before the lusus became symbiotic (or were artificially created? I'm leaning towards the later) trolls could reproduce without a mothergrub and lowbloods evolved faster than highbloods thanks to their shorter lifespan up until they gained a full skeleton while the highbloods remained in an early amphibian phase, then the mothergrub allowed the two subspecies to mix and created a highly unstable combination that originated all the extreme mutations behind their weird Phylum non-compliant traits

Btw Kanaya implied trolls have no night vision during a convo about her bioluminescence, one less thing to worry about xdd

[zayashmaya]

i’m about to be controversial but give me insect-like trolls. enough with the toe beans and tails. give me noseless alien-like faces with eyes that are a little too large and glow dimly in the darkness. give me bug chitters and low droning growls. give me skin that feels harder and molts as trolls grow. 

[genderbinaryisforlosers]

it’s loving Moomin hours (24/7)! also, draw Snufkin with toe beans. it’s 2019. it’s time.

i’ve seen like three separate redraws of this image so i guess i’m throwing my hat in. i took artistic liberties! because Snufkin in a flower crown with toe beans and a tail!

[id: A digital illustration of Snufkin and Moomintroll from the Moomins series smiling together in the outdoors. Snufkin is a boy with fluffy light brown hair, pale pink skin, brown slightly catlike eyes and a large pointed nose. He wears a green tunic and hat with a warm-toned flower garlant around it. He wears a yellow scarf and has a lion-like tail with a thin yellow ribbon tied around it in a bow. He has his right hand raised; is the same colour as his hair, and he has pink pads on his palm like a cat. Moomintroll is a white fluffy troll with a big snout. His eyes are closed happily while he blushes pink, and his paws rest on the end of his snout like he’s holding in laughter. His tail curls around behind him and almost touches Snufkin’s. /end id]

[moonpaw]

*draws karkat with a tail once* i live in this headcannon now

[jiraki-the-hybrid]

Introduction

Howdy!

So, I do apologize if I just randomly appeared out of the blue because.. well, I kindof did. But I figured it would be nice of me to introduce who/what my character is along with any questions that you all might ask as you go along through this page or see any images that I get commissioned.

But Hello! (Again) This is the page for (Currently) Jiraki, my hybrid character on Wyrmrest Accord. I’ve had this character for roughly a year, maybe a year and a half, and I can’t tell you how many hours I’ve put and how many people I’ve asked for suggestions/ideas on how to improve the uniqueness of this character. One of them being one of the greatest friends I've made since actually RPing on WoW and plays Jiraki’s mate, @darkspeartigress. (I said one of. I’ve met plenty)

Now I’m just going to start off with answering, Why a hybrid and what is he? Jiraki is a product of an unfaithful marriage which led to his mother, an Amani troll, having an affair with a member of the Horde, A Male Tauren. Neither of whom Jiraki got to meet and know well, Mother passing a couple months after his birth and his father.. .well, you probably guess what happened. But I chose these two because my two favorite races on WoW/Horde were the Trolls and Tauren and I decided to make Jiraki this way. The whole Hybrid/Halfbreed idea did kindof worry me since there were Troll - Elf characters around, which disgusted me a bit. (No offense but where’s the creativity in a character if you follow suit?)

What can I say about Jiraki?

He bounces back and forth between an asshole and a good bean as Ishi would like to call him. But he’s the type of asshole that REALLY does care whenever he wants you to see. Having not known his mother or “Father” or any known figure, he’s been raised by the Amani Tribe before being outcasted on the account of committing treason to them which gave him the idea on how he should act. He is also a major goofball and is seen doing alot of ridiculous things just to make someone happy or during his time of boredom.

Description of Jiraki:

Skin: Dried up Moss with patches of fur mixed in

Eyes: Green eyes

Hair: Long, white dreadlocks and a matching full face beard

Tusks: Rather small for a troll his size but they curve upward.

Stature: Always stands up straight. Slender yet muscular. His thighs are massive, partly due to the Shu’halo (Tauren) In him. Short cow tail which blends in with his mossy skin, usually tucked inside the pants of his armor. His feet look like a split down the middle of the two races that he is. Two toes but instead of them looking like toes, they’re hooves. 

The only other thing I can say is that If you want to know more about Jiraki, It would really be better to RP with him ICly. Though, I did warn you about him being a bit of a asshole.

Thanks for taking the time to read this! Have a marvelous day!

[redgravedigger]

Aw hell ye, anons have toe beans now, I love that shit

(( LOL, yeah. I figured I just all my anons with the same standards I draw Fizzie and most my other trolls with. Toebeans and tail nubs.

[bileshroom]

Tobi!! Did u know about that headcannon where trolls have tails and... TOe BEAns???

YES AND I LOVE IT

!!!!!

[makwabear]

Darkspear Wax Seal Letter

Dear Makwa,

I hope this letter gets to you swiftly, I been trying to find a way to get to you but every attempt has been thwarted. I know the Arch Druids are doing what they think is best for you and me but I just don’t feel right with it. I’m sure you feel the same. I did ask them if sending a letter would be alright, if they denied me this I had a back up plan on getting letters to you one way or another. I really wasn’t going to take no for a answer but my question of writing letters the druids agreed with. I’m not sure if you are able to read and write but hopefully someone will aid you should you need it.To let you know I’m alright and I been trying my best to keep myself busy with tasks. To keep to my training as I’m sure you would want me to, to keep going and press on. But it’s a struggle, because I don’t know how you are. I don’t know how your progress is if you are doing well or not. If your having good days or bad days, how you are being treated? I trust in the Arch Druids to treat you with the utmost care so that their efforts to help you can help return you back to the Grove. To return you to me or they at least come up to me saying that I can visit you.

The night that the Druids showed up at the cave we were hiding out in keeps playing in my mind. I knew I was helping you, at least I feel like the days we were able to go hunt, to just have our own adventures like we done before. Just doing the normal was helping to keep you happy so you can shift out of bear form some day once you were ready. Maybe if I was paying attention better I’d of spotted we were being watched. The Arch Druids said they been watching us from the start and since they seen no improvement that they had to act. Because they feared you would become savage kin and that I do not understand what I’m doing. That I’m not helping. I really feel like I was and they have interfered with it all. But things have changed and I’m doing all I can to be patient.

I been praying to the loa to watch and protect you, to guide you, to let you know that in some way I’m still there. But the Loa have showed me a vision to go to my family, so I did. I stayed with them through out winterveil which has helped and I was hoping maybe you’ll be back in time to celebrate your first winterveil and I’m not upset that you weren’t able. They’re many more things that I can show you when it comes to Horde Celebrations and I know Winterveil will return. But I’ll keep hoping that you’ll be back soon.

Lately though….with all the friends I have met. Most are new faces others are faces that I haven’t seen in a while. I figured with the allies I made, if I keep making friends. When you return, you can meet all these people that I have gotten to know. Things can go right back to how they were, you can look forward to meeting Vin, Xert, Faer, Ama, theirs also Ishi of course. Drizz is usually always around and still gives out bacon or other sorts of food. They’re so many more to name that I just can’t remember right now but hopefully they are still around. The friends you and I know, I don’t know what happen to them. Only Ishi is still around and that’s about it.

Anyway, there is so much I want to write and I’m not sure how to begin. To tell you so many things that may help brighten your day. To tell you just not my good days but not so good days as well and to hear of yours, to know that your alright. For now the loa want me with my family, being among the friends I’ve made is not helping my moods. That’s another letter to write what has been going on but where I am, I am safe, any letters you write to me will be sent right to where I’m at. In the mean time I’m gonna help Kama and her mate with fixing a few things around their hut. Maybe it will teach me a few things so I can fix up my parents hut, maybe that’s something you and I can work on when your back.

I use to bump heads with my sisters mate but so far we been getting along, perhaps he’s not such a lug head after all. My Uncle is also coming to visit to help, my younger sisters are well and ecstatic that I’m staying around much longer than a few days. Know that I’m thinking of you always, I can’t wait to get your letter and I miss you. May the Loa guide and protect you…

Much Love,

Jai’kanu (Spots)

P.S. Remember,

You can count on me, like one, two, three.

I’ll be there.

And I know when I need it.

I can count on you, like four, three, two…

You’ll be there..

*Attached to the letter is a written song for Makwa.*

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Click, click, went wee dainty little cloven hooves that shuffled from side to side on the stone flooring. The little dryad Roe was as patient as she could be standing in one place. With quill in hand and parchments besides the one in her hand strewn all around her like freshly fallen leaves, she had been writing and re-writting down all that druid stuck in bear form had to say, or re-say. It was difficult work, but she greatly enjoyed doing it for the kindly troll that was stuck in a most awfully undignified circumstance.

“ Okay, okay... write dis, ‘ey mon, it be nice ‘earing from ya. “ He waved his ursine toe beans about to strike that. “ No, that’s not any good... “ He would have wrote the letter back himself, but it really sucked not having opposable thumbs. At least he could talk now, he just didn’t know what to say to make it sound all lettery like.

“ How about, Dear Jai’kanu? “ Roe suggested sweetly, Nacelia had been very kindly giving her this task. The druid night elf was the one that was going to mail this letter as soon as they were done.

“ Ayup... That sounds better den that otherr thing. Wait! Strike that. “ He grinned bearishly. “ Write, Dear Spots... That way he’ll know it’s from me. “ He frumped onto his side with a groan. Letters were hard, especially letters that someone really wanted to write, but didn’t have the words, or what was wanted to be said, said, without sounding like a complete idiot.

“What’s wrong? “ She could tell by the way he flopped to the ground and made such a sad sound, there just had to be something wrong.

“ I’ve nevar ‘ad to write a letter to anyone before, I just find them and talk to them if I need to... I don’t want to sound too, I don’t know, desperate? I don’t want him to worry, eh? “ Makwa drug a forepaw down his muzzle.

“ Oh you poor thing! “ She almost squeaked out, the big lug of a bear was causing her heart to just melt. “ Just say what you feel and everything will be alright. He’ll understand. “

He took a deep breath, and had upright on his haunches. “ Alrigh’ ‘ere goes...”

This is what Roe wrote down in fluid happy script that had hearts dotting the eyes, and very loopy letter. She gave the letter Nacelia to send to Jai’kanu spruced up with a wonderful floral scent to the parchment.

Dear Spots, Mon,

I’ve been working my tail off to get betterr. Good t’ing is, I’m talking, everyone is understanding me and I t’ink they got it down to what was causing da issue, it’s just crackin’ da code that ‘as them all stumped as to why I can’t shift back. I have good days and not so good day, in a not so funny way it’s balanced out. None of it be yer fault at all, so don’t worry none. Ya just do as ya do. Da Arch druids all understand why ya did as ya did so strike that... No not ya Roe. I mean strike his worries, I don’t want him worried about things. I just want to let him know that everything will be okay, all is working it’s way for the better. That’s all.... I t’ink dey’ll let ya come visit soon, I don’t know when but I feel a lot better now, I feel like I need a visit. Being stuck like this is a bummer. Not a butt Roe, a bummer means a downer, no not that, it means that it feels bad, or lonely or something. Ayup, that’s what I mean.

I hope you had a good holiday even though I wasn’t dere, I look forward to da next one. I’ve been praying a lot too. Sounds like you’ve been busy on the friend front, I hope I get to meet them all too. Ishi?! How’s that girlie doing?! She still swinging from that vine? Did she balance out any?

Mon, just you writing brightens my day, ya don’t ‘ave to go on and on, just seeing yer words be someting I look forward to. So don’t ya stop writing me! That be a order. Ya can strike that order part Roe, that sounds stupid. Ayup, just when ya got da time tell about how it goes with yer learning and family, I look forward to it. Just give that mate of yer sister’s wide birth, don’t say nothin’ it ain’t yer problems, it’s is own. If that don’t work, well... I’ll think of something.... Not Birth Roe, beeerth, burrrrr, like giving space, lots of it. Stop laughing... loa... Just write this down...

I miss ya too, yer on my mind all da time.

Spirits watch over ya.

Makwa....

There was that so hard? Did ya snort up some coffee or something--- Ya don’t have to write any more Roooooe....

[sagethewriter90-blog]

Hunter Tales: Trolls

Chapter 1: One for the Money Morning time in a beautiful yet strangely quiet forest there were many trees of various sizes which resided in the lush greenery and each tree stretched far and wide to absorb the rays of sunlight. There was also a dried up six-foot-deep riverbed that stretched out towards the horizon. On the bottom of the river were stones, leaves and twigs and a man who walked along the inside of it. The man stood tall at six foot three, he had a lanky body but, every step he took caused the stones underneath his feet to be crushed his complexion was that of a cocoa bean, his pupils were amber and his hair was dreaded and reached past his shoulders. He held his hair together into a high pony tail with a piece of thick twine. He also wore a blue short sleeved t-shirt, a pair of black faded jeans that were held up by a white leather belt with a buckle of brass and a pair of black steeled toed combat boots. He had three long and jagged scars that went down across his right eye and ended at his chin, walking along the man looked at his surroundings in relative awe, a loud feral roar echoed throughout the quiet woods. The man stared down the path and squatted down into a runners start position then like a flash he ran down the river leaving behind him a path of glass. The man ran for a few seconds he stopped when the path dipped down to the bottom of a twenty-foot-deep dried lake bed that was in a complete circular shape. At the bottom was a creature of incredible muscular mass, it was ten feet long and stood on tree trunk sized legs and feet, it had long shaggy and dusty blue fur that covered it from head to toe the only place not covered by fur was the face which was red and skull like with eyes that were forest green with onyx irises. The creature had four massive arms with no hands, the bottom half of its mouth housed nine six-inch-long and sharp teeth that were covered in specs of dried blood the creature’s stomach growled loudly. The creature looked up and caught sight of the man it let out a high pitched screech as it beat its chest with all four arms. Dropping to the ground three twelve inch claws exited out of the stumps, the claws dug deeply into the ground as the creature arched its back unhinged its jaw and launch out a glob of green mucus toward him. The man ducked out of the way of the phlegm causing it to hit a low hanging branch it exploded and blocked the path in a green like web. The man looked back at the web and then at the creature and a smirk appeared on his face as his eyes glowed orange. He took a couple of steps back and ran out toward the cliffs’ edge. The creature not expecting that fired three globs of mucus at the man who leaped into the air to avoid the projectiles with his hands cupped at his side a soccer ball sized orange flame appeared in between his hands, “My turn.” said the man his voice deep and smooth he thrusted his hands forward and he unleashed a large pillar of fire that engulfed the creatures body. It let out a wail to as its body was turned to ash, once the wails and flames subsided he landed on the blackened lake bottom lithely, he stood up and the air around him started to distort once the distortion ended the entire scenery changed as the depth of the lake changed from twenty to six feet and a little grassy hill appeared in the middle of the area and sitting on top of the hill was a steel chest. He walked to the top of the hill and saw that the chest was locked with an iron pad lock and that there was only one path behind the hill, he stared at the chest he had no lock picks so, the man lifted his right leg high and brought the heel of his foot down hard on to the chest shattering the container upon contact littering the hilltop with tiny pieces of steel that glinted underneath the sun's rays. Among the pieces of steel there was a tiny corked vial of glowing blue liquid, he knelt down and picked up the vial. He turned it over in his left hand making the liquid slosh inside the glass. He popped the cork and downed the fluid in one gulp, a few seconds later he fell to his knees grunting in pain and his eyes started to flash quickly between blue and orange. He fell back on the hill half awake he watched the clouds float lazily by and with the sun high in the sky he closed his eyes and fell unconscious. He awoke later that night, the man stood up on shaky legs steadying himself he let out a yawn as he stretched his arms upward and he looked on his wrist and saw a pair of steel bracers that had one blue gemstone placed inside each of them, he looked over his newest accessories with a shrugged his shoulders he looked over at the pile of as that was once the creature. He walked towards pile and spotted something shiny within the ash. He brushed the ash away and spotted two orbs made of gold he grabbed the gold and placed them into his right pants pocket and continued on the path. A few hours later the night sky gradually became lighter as the man trudged slowly on. He looked around and noticed a small grove of trees that was in the middle of a field of grass and to his left was a small dock that had a couple of small fishing boats that were turned upside down on the bank of the river. Further up from the docks was a tiny dirt path that led off in the distance, the dirt path had fields of grass with little trees on either side and it had the faint smell of baked bread coming from it which caused the mans’ stomach to gurgle slightly. He looked down the path and he had been traversing for a day and his stomach growled louder. He stepped onto the docks and walked onto the dirt path to satiate his hunger, weariness, and curiosity as to what is making that delicious smell. A few minutes later the grassy path transformed into dense woods. Trees with bark as dark as night stood tall on both sides the branches intertwined with each-other creating a canopy that allowed no light to shine through. He exited out of from the tree canopy and entered into an open field that was surrounded by trees in the middle of the field bathed in sunlight was a modest stone cottage the bottom half of the dwelling was circular in shape and made of gray stone. The roof was made of red stone and was shaped like a hill, little puffs of black smoke exited from a brick and mortar chimney that sat on top of the roof. The closer he got to the house the more details he saw such as; two circular windows that had red cloth rags covering it, an oak wood door that was curved at the top with a brass knob, and an iron placard hanging from a nail by a piece of twine. The placard read, “Mrs. Brisbane's Inn.” He walked toward the door the man was prepared to knock when the sound of a lock disengaging caused him to stand up straight as the door opened to reveal a four foot four female who had blue fish like scales over her face and hands, her nose was straight and narrow and her lips were small and thin. She had jade colored eyes that seemed wide and expressive, along both sides of her neck were three slanted six-inch-long slits and she wore a red silk blouse that was tucked inside the waistband of a knee length polyester skirt. Clearing her throat, the man looked down. “Welcome traveler to Mrs. Brisbane’s inn. My name is Tatianna how may I help you?” she asked. The man looked at the short statured woman who stood before him his left brow raised in confusion, “Mrs. Brisbane?” he asked. Smirking at his question the woman shook her head, “No, I’m not Mrs. Brisbane I just work here like I said before my name is Tatianna. I’m a water Elf.” Said Tatianna as she extended her left hand in greeting he shook her hand and Tatianna stepped aside from the doorway to allow the man entry. He nodded cordially at her he ducked his head under the doorframe and stepped inside the tiny house. Looking around the shelter he took in every sight and smell of the hut. He realized that the roof of the hut was high up allowing him to stand to his full height. Along the wall on the left was a small two shelf bookcase filled with books of varying sizes and colors. On top of the shelf was the biggest book of all that had written on the spine of the tome in gold lettering was the title, “Dragon Nest: A Dragon Tale. Along the opposite wall was another two shelf bookcase, but this one was filled with steel framed pictures of an old fair skinned woman with kind eyes surrounded by two little boys, an old man and she was holding a shorter smiling Tatianna in her arms. He walked over toward the bookcase and he picked up the photo he showed it to her, “Is this her?” he asked Tatianna took the picture out of his hand and nodded as she placed it back on the shelf. “Yeah that’s her that was taken about fifty years ago.” Said Tatianna the man turned his head toward the sound of her voice with eyes wide as she sat cross legged on top of a large log desk. On top of the desk she sat between an oil lamp and a clay ink well with a white tipped quill placed inside of it. The light from the lamp casted her shadow across the back wall, reaching behind the desk with both hands she pulled out a pair of rectangular black framed glasses and a wooden clipboard with a few pieces of parchment clipped on it. She placed the eyewear on her face she uncrossed her legs and swung her legs as she placed the board on her lap, she reached over and pulled the feather out of the ink pot the tip of the quill coated in red. Staring at the man in front of her the lamps’ light casted a glare against her glass' lenses, “Name?” asked Tatianna as tiny droplets of the ink fell from the pen on to the paper. The man shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t have a name per say, I grew up in an orphanage where things like names were not allowed there until we were adopted.” He said Tatianna pursed her lips in thought and a smile appeared on her face, “Okay what did the children at the orphanage call you?” “Well, they called me many things but the one that actually stuck was the name Hunter.” He said with a thoughtful look on his face, writing his name down in beautiful cursive, she placed the feather back into the pot and she put her glasses and the clip board back behind the desk, “If you don't want to answer that’s okay but, why hunter?” he let out a small chuckle, “The orphanage cared for three hundred kids and the people that ran the orphanage hunted the creatures that lived in the forest to feed the children in their care. When they grew older the responsibility of the hunt went to the eldest child me.” Hunter said “Well you have arrived just in time I was just about to serve lunch.” Said Tatianna he put his hand over his mouth as he let out a massive yawn that caused her to chuckle in her hand he smirked embarrassed as he apologized for the gesture, “No need to apologize why don’t I show you to your room so you can rest up and whenever you wake up there will be food waiting.” Tatianna said as she got down from the desk and walked towards the entrance of the hut she opened the door and motioned for Hunter to follow her as they both exited the home. The two of them walked to the back of the hut and Hunter was met with the sight of a beautiful courtyard that was filled with an abundance of plants and in the middle of the yard was a giant tree with multi-colored bark and the top of the tree was filled with giant colorful flowers. Tatianna stopped a few feet from tree she reached into the pockets of her skirt and pulled out a diamond skull key. She knelt down and stuck the key into the ground she turned the key clockwise and the ground started to shift like a slide puzzle. The ground disappeared to reveal a long set of stairs that descended downward. Tatianna looked at Hunter and said, “That will be five gold pieces my good man.” Hunter nodded his head, reached into his pocket and handed her the gold orbs. Tatianna looked at the orb her eyes wide she nodded with a smile on her face, “This will do enjoy your stay.” Tatianna said she pocketed the orb into the breast pocket of her blouse and walked back toward the hut. Hunter stepped onto the first step and started his descent. Darkness surrounded him he snapped his fingers and a flame appeared on his right index. The fire illuminated the shadows around him he stood in front of a giant oak door that had swirls carved onto the surface. The swirls surround three giant red, green, and black gemstones and the door also had a steel handle. Hunter walked to the door and pulled it open inside was a very modest room that had no windows, in the middle of the room was a bear skin mat and a half lit candle. Hunter flicked his wrist and extinguished the flame. He walked over to the mat, laid down and went to sleep. He awoke a few hours later not in the underground room but in a white void, Hunter rubbed his eyes sleepily but was shocked to find that the steel armbands were no longer on his wrists. He stood up and looked around the emptiness, ‘What the hell is going on here?’ he thought just then the void started to ripple and transform the void into a large field. Hunter looked around the new area and spotted someone in the middle of the field Hunter smirked and jogged toward them in an attempt to find out what was going on. Once he got to the person he stopped short eyes wide with shock Hunter stood and stared at himself. He rose an eyebrow in confusion and the copy did the same, just then a distorted voice sounded out loudly, “Welcome to training, Your Highness.” Hunter jumped and dodged a punch from his copy landing safely a few feet away “Your highness… look I am not Royalty I’m a simple hunter here on a stroll.” The copy snapped its fingers and lifted his arms up to his waist and his hands where in a gun shape. Hunter stared at the display as the copy shot out a spray of fast water droplets from the tips of his fingers, Hunter he cartwheeled out of the way but, few hundred of the drops went through his clothes. Hunter placed his hand on his right side and winced, he looked at the copy with a tiny smirk. “ You must defeat the copy to control the element power held within the bracers Your Highness.” said the distorted voice Hunter looked around and his smile grew larger and he jumped high into the sky. Hunter floated high above the clouds and saw white all around him. ‘So I am still in the void good I wouldn't want to destroy a real field with what I'm going to do.' Hunter aimed his body downward his arms to his side and he dropped like a rock back to the field. Jets of fire shot from his hands and feet which boosted his speed ten fold he entered the field with a front flip and slapped his hands together. He extinguished the flames from his hands with a wall of fire. The flame wall scorched the ground as it came toward the copy. The copy pushed his arms forward and he launched a large tsunami from his hands and it collided with the fire wall filling the entire field in steam. Hunter jumped out of the steam into the sky again his entire body was then engulfed in flames. The steam dissipated and Hunter lifted his arms up and the flames converged on his hands and morphed into a giant sphere, he dropped his hands and launched the sphere at the copy. The imposter Hunter started to sweat as he saw the ball of fire, he took a deep breath and wiped his brow with his right hand and he squatted low to the ground. The sweat from his head morphed into a tiny orb that rapidly grew to the size of softball. Hunter two aimed the sphere at the incoming fire ball and he unleashed a powerful jet of water at the attack. The two attacks collided sending out shock waves that caused the ground to crack, Hunter two then started to push the ball back, Hunter's eyes started to glow and fire engulfed his arm Hunter balled his fist and punched out a giant flame fist. The flame fist collided with the ball the extra attack caused the imposter to break his attack and fall to his knees. The two attacks crashed into the field and left behind a field of flames, Hunter landed on the ground and the flames died down. The copy stood with half of its body gone and the other half with severe third degree burns on his arms,legs,and half of his chest. He fell to the ground and he turned to steam. Hunter awoke with a gasp he looked around and he was glad that he was back inside the room he sat up on the pallet and rubbed his eyes. The door to the room opened up and fire light filled the darkness Tatianna stood in the door a black oil lamp in her hands. “Oh, you're awake good. Whenever you're up come on and get some food.” Tatianna turned around and walked away. Hunter stood up and stretched he let out a yawn and Hunter started to bounce up and down on the tips of his toes before he followed Tatianna. He walked up the stairs and he opened the doors. He stepped out and took a huge breath of the cool night air. Tatianna sat on a chair next to a oak wood table that had a black cotton table cloth on top of it and on top of the table was a black cotton table cloth and on top of the cloth were two plates filled with food which included; a baked chicken thigh and breast, rice covered with sausage gravy, and a side of green beans. Next to both plates were two forks, two knives, and a huge gold lined glass chalices that were unadorned with amethyst around the rim and base and was filled with a violet liquid. Between the goblets of liquid was an unlit candle. Two giant maple wood chairs which were painted red were on opposite sides of the table. Tatianna sat on one of the chairs wearing a blue a-line dress that reached down to her ankles. She sat on the chair her back to him as he approached. Hunter snapped his fingers and he lit the wick of the candle “What’s with the formal set up?” Hunter asked before he occupied the empty chair, Tatianna stood up in her chair and gave a little curtsey “Welcome your highness congratulations on conquering the amazing water element, yahoo.” Tatianna said unenthused Hunter looked down at the bracers the metal and jewels shined from the flame. Hunter let out small chuckle “What makes you think that I'm a royal hell I'm not even a peasant I'm just a wandering hunter.” Tatianna stared at him with an eyebrow raised in suspicion “So, how did you unlock the chest that the bracers were in?” “I shattered it with a kick.” Hunter said, she smiled in relief she grabbed the shoulders of her dress and with deft movements she ripped off the attire, underneath she wore a pair of black sweats and a white tank. She chuckled “Good now to answer your earlier question I saw them when you walked in and then I felt the pulse of the bracers energy when you were asleep so I assumed you were the long awaited prince of prophecy.” Tatianna said she picked up the goblet in one hand and took a huge swig of the drink downing half of the contents before she slammed the glass down on the table. “What prophecy?” asked Hunter Tatianna took a bite of the roasted bird she chewed and swallowed, “ That's a long story but I will try to shortened it. The king and queen had a son, the son has a prophecy placed on him at birth that he will be the savior of the world by killing the troll leader. The child trains from before he could walk to prepare him for the trolls then suddenly poof the entire kingdom was razed to the ground and the trolls have been ruling ever since. I was head maid at the castle the day of the attack came. Me and the rest of the staff managed to escape and I got separated from the rest of the group and wound up finding this place. I would've left if the river didn't magically dam up.,” she said. Hunter placed an empty cup next to an empty plate and belched loudly he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and stared at Tatianna with his hands under his chin. “I'll do it.” Hunter stood from his chair and he started to stretch. Tatianna stared at him in shock and confusion a few seconds passed and finally Tatianna asked “You'll do what?” Hunter stopped his stretches and hopped from side to side on the balls of his feet. “I'll take care of your troll problem.” Hunter said Tatianna jumped on the table and with lightning speed she appeared in front of him he looked down at her, “You'll get yourself killed if you try.” Tatianna said her arms crossed across her chest, “I doubt it but, your tale makes me want to help you to get you out of here and I get to fight creatures I've never seen before so I'm pretty excited and since you fed me such an exquisite meal I'll do it for free.” Hunter then vanished and he appeared at the bottom of the ravine with one last yawn he looked at the bracers on his arms and he continued on the path.