"Hmph, who are you?" Mydaas hissed.
Rennoh shrank back, but perked when he heard a familiar name. "You... Do you know Stelle?" he asked.
Mydaas glared, "Go away. You have no business here!"
Rennoh slipped away, ready to start his foraging. He was shaking, afraid of Mydaas and the hunters.
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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."
please appreciate how Giovanni has a framed classical portait of his cat in his office
"...You have my sympathies..." Rennoh bid. "Palmia and I never had true Lusii..."
"True." Palmia growled, "We were found as orphan Pupates and I was cast to the Wilderwood. But it worked out. The Golden Hind are my family, but..." Palmia looked at Rennoh. "You aren't going back."
"What?"
"Look at you. You're run ragged." Palmia glanced to Soldan, pondering. "Solan... What do you know of the 'Classpect' thing?"
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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."
René Lalique for House of Worth. Perfume bottle Dans la nuit (In the Night), c. 1924.
“There is the Medical Mission, the Aurora Lark III…. They provide medical care no matter what caste patients are.” Stelle showed Edgar the ship from a book, “They have also provided the tools for infrastructure.”
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?
Stelle straightened, "I thank His Excellency for inviting me." Stelle presented a velvet black drawstring back. "These are for you."
For the Queen,
A necklace crowned with fine diamonds. The gold shimmered with the moon's glow.
For the King, a ring of gold, only this particular ring was different as far as astronomy signs. This one was made for a larger scale of space and time.
"This has where this world is in this universe, and help map skies beyond what you see."
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It had been planned for when the Veil thinned. Stelle embraced Acer, bidding him goodbye.
She was off to Weselton, to finally meet others face to face. She had a suitcase of her things, and a costume for a masquerade ball that she was invited to on behalf of the Duke.
The other case had gifts for the Duke, to show her gratitude. Books of Harmonian tales, maps, gemstones...
She hoped to make a good impression as she went through the doors, to enter the waking world for the first time.
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This was no typical dream. The air was cool with the scent of rain. Marble halls stretched forth, many paths to be taken and explored.
On the floor was a mosaic of a grand tree, stretching its branches.
There was the sound of soft dancer's footsteps, and a Troll dressed as a Pierrot stood.
Homestuck OC rp blog. Independent and canon divergent. By the-composite-doll
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