"UNLESS ONE IS IN PROPOSITION OF FUCKING CAHOOTS, We do not," He growls. No, when two trolls get into disagreement, typically, one dies. However, they promise reward for a cull--a task that passes award in itself-- if only he is patient. Messiahs motherfucking test him. But, perhaps as a promised cahoots to do battle, he can accept it.
With his most recent molt, his forearms and hands started to reveal the very barest hint of mutation. His hands are not proportionate to him, nearly twice as large as they should be (all the better to crush a skull with). Perhaps Cuthbert didn't notice before, but he shall notice now, when the Initiate shakes Cuthbert's hand and it is engulfed only with the first few fingers. Like a young child shaking hands with a man.
The Initiate's eyes stay trained on Cuthbert's as he gives a quick, rough shake, and releases. He takes several steps back then waits for Cuthbert to retreat. He still will not turn tail; a troll that ran received a weapon to the back of them.
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With his most recent molt, his forearms and hands started to reveal the very barest hint of mutation. His hands are not proportionate to him, nearly twice as large as they should be (all the better to crush a skull with). Perhaps Cuthbert didn't notice before, but he shall notice now, when the Initiate shakes Cuthbert's hand and it is engulfed only with the first few fingers. Like a young child shaking hands with a man.
The Initiate's eyes stay trained on Cuthbert's as he gives a quick, rough shake, and releases. He takes several steps back then waits for Cuthbert to retreat. He still will not turn tail; a troll that ran received a weapon to the back of them.