Description: An illustration of a Black Knight and a Jester in white. The jester is secured by the knight on their shoulder, while the jester embraces their helmet. The white of the jester’s outfit is slightly marred by splatters of blood. Behind them is an ongoing battle.
Mockups of Stelle in several outfits
"I am the only one of my kind. Harmonus has been trying to keep Trolls of many worlds alive, as a safeguard from extinction in worlds that died off. There are other extinct kinds, mostly unique blood colors, and I guess I was the first to be revived. You are the first royal I have met, and yet I realize humans are far different."
The Lone Moon was lustrous in its ocean of sky. Stelle stood at a long pool of still water, gazing into the deep blue. Gilded fish swam about, some bobbing up at the surface.
The Pierrot Troll picked up an ivory dish, laden with pellets. She tossed pellets to the water, watching as the lazy fish sprang to life.
It was lonely here. Were there Dreamers out to see her?
Aurora borealis over Lake Erie tonight!!!
A deep rumble came from the shadows. A tall Troll with antlers appeared, flanked by golden antlered deer. This Troll held a lantern, which glowed amber and lit the trail.
"Palmia!" Rennoh called. "She knows Stelle!"
"...Are you sure she isn't a poacher?"
"Uh?" Rennoh glanced to Soldan. "I don't think so."
The two deer approached, flames curling from their lips as they sniffed at Soldan. The two deer then glanced to Palmia, rumbling and whistling.
"Ah, I see. So not a poacher. You may come with us."
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Stelle had entrusted her friend to check on her brother, a Troll living on Harmonus.
Harmonus' main metropolis was a dizzying whirlwind of color and co-existence, fed by many worlds and universes with Trolls.
The train would take Soldan to a more rural place, and the manner of folks on the train went from enthusiastic tourists and locals on daily errands to farmers and sorts that seemed... ...Shady.
Subdued Subjuggalos, other Highbloods that seemed to be ready to hunt, exchanging money with a farmer to "Cull the Wilderwood."
This plot involves Rennoh Cadrea, in a version of Alternia that contains the unique horror known as public schools (especially USAmerican)
This school also enforces the Hemospectrum Caste System, and has all castes except Seadwellers (they have a cushy boarding school).
Rennoh is a transfer student from Harmonus, and because of his region's culture, refuses to disclose blood color and accepts being in the 'Lowblood' level. The teacher is a staunch pro-Monarchy, pro-Caste system and bullies Rennoh (but that ends up sparing others)
Just tossing it out there.
“I go to you at night along the road of dreams.”
— Ono No Komachi, excerpt of “My longing for you—”, trans. by Jane Hirshfield with Mariko Aratani in The Ink Dark Moon: Love Poems by Ono No Komachi & Izumi Shikibu, Women of the Ancient Court of Japan
(Picrew Here)
Your name is Stelle LaLune and you are nearing 9.5 Sweeps of age.
Your interests include ancient trees, wandering the Moon Palaces, and Pierrot.
You have lived on the Lone Moon since you were a grub, nurtured by an Exiled Imperial Drone, Acer. You like Acer, but he also mentions you have an adoptive older brother somewhere, beyond the Lone Moon. You know you are here because it is safest, but also lonely. You have learned to craft prophetic dreams to warn of future events. Your main concern is for a certain Tree that Holds All.
You are supposedly a Blood Color that was extinct, but brought back to life.
Your Trolltag is AcaciaTapestry and you tend to bold for emphasis. You use a lot of dream symbolism as well. Kind of annoying.
Homestuck OC rp blog. Independent and canon divergent. By the-composite-doll
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