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🔄 Keonin cerulean :3

Cerulean!Keonin, a wolf spider Troll. Still a motherly figure, but in this universe instead of running around with a pack of misfits, she runs a tutoring business that doubles as shelter for anyone in need, as she has a little more money in her pocket because of her caste. She never lost her shifting ability in this universe, so she's a wolf that can scale walls.

#Keonin asks #blood swap meme #fevur drawing

[thestarlightbrigade]

Hibuki, you are worth loving. Keonin thinks so, and Faerli thinks so too. Think about that. Are you going to tell your lil sis that youre disgusting? Really? You gonna make her cry like that?

"I just won't tell her is all, I won't tell either of them. I sure as hell don't want to make Faerli cry. I'm scared she'd do something to me to be honest here."

#Hibuki #Asks #Hibuki doesn't really care? about how Keonin feels? But if Faerli ya know #looks up to keo? tehn fine Hibuki will Respect her and wont talk shit about her jlhbvajhgbhJSDf #~~he cares her in his own special way no worries~~

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👀 foooor Hunter (the troll)!

@pyrotrolls Tagging you here since you asked for him, too!

He adjusts his jacket as he focuses on cleaning the pack’s hive. His hands shake from the unspeakable chill that’s befallen his body. As he works, his head is slightly lowered, and his eyes are narrowed, He doesn’t say a word, but he takes a quiet breath, finding that it, too, feels inundated with that same bitter cold. It hurts his lungs, but he believes that he has bigger things to worry about. Keonin needs her time to recover, and he can take a rest when he’s done.

He curses as he fumbles a glass and it falls to the floor, scattering its shards across the space in front of him. Surprisingly, he looks down at the mess and has to blink back a few unexpected tears before he kneels and begins picking up said shards. Another shiver passes through him, but he still says nothing and ignores the occasional curious glance from his packmates.

#luxxrays #asks #Hunter #Hunter Wulfen

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The nightmares are like a plague. They creep in slowly, reaching through dreams of beautiful blue eyes and black curls fluttering in the wind, staining the peace like ink on a page, slowly spreading across my vision. Until the darkness is all that is left. I see my father first, his eyes hazed and his fist closed. I see the bruised cheek of Keonin, the tears in his eyes as he cuts into the morning bread for our siblings. I try to touch him, try to reach out  to my brother, but I cannot move from my place in the doorway. My siblings do not hear me calling their names. I can only watch them wait for their slice of bread, sullen and silent at the old table. They have more bruises than I have ever seen on any of them. There is a patch of hair missing on nine year old Cody's head. I feel my heart shatter in my chest, over and over for each bruised sibling I see. Father's gangs must have found him. Found them. The rage does not seep in slowly, like the ink. It rushes in, punches me square in the chest, consumes my blood. I try to gasp it down or ignore it, but I cannot. In my hands I hold a knife, and I am walking. My father enters the kitchen in a stumble, and within moments my knife is in his chest, hilt deep. Images swim and blur around me, and suddenly it is not my bleeding father in my arms, but Keonin. I feel rather than hear my scream of horror. The ink swims in again, dragging my dying brother and my broken siblings away from me in waves. I try to claw onto my closest brother, gasping for air as his own blood drowns him, but he disappears in the cloud of black. And then the Queen is there, dagger to my throat. Her eyes, usually golden and shining, are red. She bares her teeth in a grin, inches from my face, and shows teeth sharpened to their points. I want to scream, want to cry, but I cannot move in my terror. "I found you, little Witch," She whispers. I cannot even cry out as she slits my throat. And then the ink sweeps in again. And again, and again. ------------------------------------------------- The door to my chambers opens with a flourish, and I startle, spinning in my spot on the balcony ledge. Standing in my room, eyes running appreciatively up and down everything that is there, is Lord Sebastian. Sebastian Rosales. I have not had a chance to confer with him much over the past week, but I have caught glimpses of him in conversation with others. Lord and Lady Rosales were close friends of my fathers, yet they often kept Sebastian at their estate when they visited the Palace for business. War meetings are no place for a child. I do not remember much of him over these years, but I have heard the whispers around the Kingdom. His father died before he had even reached his teenage years. His mother, Lady Beth Rosales, became sick when he was 17, almost three years ago now, and he was left to run the Rosales estate and manage the businesses with help from his parents' advisers. The Rosales fund the military units of Lorath. Imagine that; a 17 year old boy left to devise war plans and instruct battalions of soldiers in their training courses. In the three years of his mother's slow deterioration of both mind and body, he maintained perfect development of Lorath's military regime and plan. He never visited the Palace once. Only now that his mother has finally left this Earth has he decided to make his face known. I hear that Sebastian Rosales is quick witted, and charming, and dangerously intelligent. Not one thing slips by him, they say. But no one said that he had eyes the colour of green amber. I clear my throat, not moving from my position on the ledge, "Good morning, Lord Sebastian. Can I help you?" His gaze catches onto mine, and I have the strangest sensation that he can not only see the blue of my eyes, but every single thought that lays beneath. His smile is slow and sweet. "It IS a good morning, isn't it, Your Highness?" I nod, glancing towards my door for a moment. Surely the guards would have stopped him from entering uninvited. I look back to Sebastian's grin. No. Surely that smile would have been enough to let him pass. He takes his time wandering out onto the wide balcony, and when he steps into the sunlight he stops. He closes his eyes, tilts his head to the sun, and breathes in the fresh morning air. I look away, short of breath for some strange reason. When I look back, he is but a few steps away. I refuse to startle, but instead casually slip off the stone ledge. I may be trusting, but not enough to sit on the edge of death with a near stranger by my side. Sebastian takes up a spot beside me, and together we stand overlooking the Kingdom. My room has the most beautiful view in all of the Palace. Eventually, Sebastian turns, one arm on the ledge as he watches me. I do not look at him but stare out into the distance, face blank but not cold. I have learnt the games of the Royal Court. "You are not like other Royals," He murmurs quietly, "Are you, Prince?" Now I do look at him. His gaze, a dozen shades of green in the light, is heavy. "I'd like to think that not all Royals are the same," I respond, voice smooth and honest, "And I'd like to think that whats in my heart is what makes me different." He doesn't believe my words. He does not need to. I do. Nevertheless, he nods and looks back out at the horizon. "Is there something you have come here to discuss, Lord Sebastian?" I ask finally. He shakes his head to himself, "Do not call me that." I blink, "Pardon?" "I am no more a Lord than you are a King." The words sit heavy in the air, and I almost flinch from them. Instead, I let them sink in, let the implication ooze into me. He does not think I am suited to be a King. He does not think I want to be one. I do not let any signs slip that indicate he is right. The whispers were true. Not one thing passes him by. "When do your Engagement weeks begin, Your Highness?" He asks, ignoring my earlier question. I swallow back my blatant fear at the mention of it, "Tomorrow." "Ah, are you excited?" "Yes. Very." He suddenly leans in close, very close, too close. I should step away, push him, tell him to respect my space. I do neither of these things as he steps closer, until we are almost chest to chest. I do nothing as his mouth finds my ear, so close that if I moved even a fraction of an inch his lips would brush against my skin. "You might want to practise that line, Your Highness," He breathes, the sound of his delicate whisper chasing goosebumps along my arms, "It does not sound so believable right now." A punch to the chest. And then he steps back, face bright and easy again, and bows. Neither of us say a word as he leaves. Only once the doors close behind him do I realise that I was holding my breath. ------------------------------------------------------------------- I do not see him in the hall in front of me. I only feel him when I rush right into his chest. I gasp as I hit him, spinning and falling. My arms flail desperately for a moment as I trip. Suddenly his hands are on my waist, tugging me back. I land against him with a gasp, taking a few moments to settle my rolling vision. And then I look up into Renzo Addington's eyes. Today his gaze is just as beautiful as ever; rolling oceans of softness. His smile is amused, gentle, small. "Hello, Divine," He whispers. I gulp, "H-Hello, Lord Renzo." "You seem to be in a rush," He breathes, voice quiet and secretive as he looks down at me. His hands are still on my waist, and I am still leaning against his warm chest. The heat seeps into my skin, and it almost suffocates me. I try to remember how to talk, how to function under his gaze. I feel the blush rush into my cheeks before I can even think to stop it, and I watch his eyes flick down to them. There is something heavy in his gaze when he meets my eyes again. I do not want to decipher it, but I feel a burst of warmth bloom deep in my stomach. "I am a bit," I agree with a small laugh, "I'm sorry, I wasn't focusing." "No problem," He smiles, "I am not complaining at all." I do not want to decipher those words, either. I will not let myself. He leans down slightly, lowering closer to my face, "You ought to watch where you're going, lovely Divine." His breath flutters the stray hairs that have escaped my ponytail like a soft breeze. And then he winks, and his hands snake out from around my waist. I step back with a small breath, burying my fists in my skirts to hide the trembling. I do not know if I am shaking because of the beautiful Lord in front of me, or the magic that has bunched up like electricity at the tips of my fingers. Probably both. "Of course, Lord Renzo," I curtsy slightly, breathless. He smiles when I do it, "I hope to see you at the festivities tomorrow, Divine." And then he walks away, whistling. The sound is high and sweet and perfectly in pitch. Before I can think to call out after him, the pain shoots through my fingers like sparks. I bite back my gasp and bring my hands out from where they hide. I almost throw up when I see them. My pale skin runs along my arms, but on my palms looks like slowly spreading blotches of black ink. It swims under my skin towards my fingers. To the ends of them. I do not know what will happen once they reach there. I glance around, panic suddenly hammering in my heart so loudly that I can hear nothing else. I have no time to escape to my room on the other side of the Palace. The magic will explode from me before I can even reach my hallway. I ignore the electricity in my hands, rumbling underneath my skin, and think. I have memorised this Palace. All of its hiding spots, all of its hidden rooms. My mind catches on a destination. I begin to run. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- "Grace," He calls my name louder than he should, and I spin in my spot. He opens his mouth to speak, but before he can I am there, hand on his lips. "Do NOT say my name like that," I almost growl to him. We stand inches apart, chests heaving. His eyes are a light sort of brown, and they stare wide at me. In fear. In lust. I cannot decide which one. Standing here this close to him in the middle of the hallway is dangerous. Anyone could turn the corner ahead. Eventually I lower my hand and step back, but his fingers find my wrist and wrap around it. Tight. "You cannot just leave me here," He hisses, rage burning through his syllables as he tugs me back against him, "I thought we had a connection." My glare drips with my venom. I rip my hand from his. "Damion, we had sex once. One time. I slept with you because you are handsome and I was drunk. There is no connection between us. I stated this before we took our clothes off that night, and I stated it after, as well. You need to stay away from me." I do not know why I slept with him my first night in the Palace. He had been kind, serving me drinks no matter how many times I had asked at the ball, and he was admittedly handsome. Deep brown waves, freckles, brown eyes. I will admit to myself that I slept with him because he is handsome, but I cannot force myself to voice that I slept with him because his handsomeness reminded me of someone. His brown hair had a tint of dark red in the light of the ballroom. And if I closed my eyes, I could imagine his own were a deep blue. I shake the thought of Lord Ronan from my mind and focus instead on the boy in front of me. "You will not call me Grace. You will call me Your Highness. Do you understand?" He opens his mouth to respond, but his gaze catches on something behind me, further down the hall. I create distance between us instantly, smoothing down my hair as I turn to look behind me. The Divine, Fayre, runs towards us. Her hands are buried in the long skirts of her dress today as she sprints, and I catch a glimpse of recognition in her eyes as she catches sight of me. "Your Highness," She barely manages a nod as she passes, not slowing down as she runs on. I stare after her even as she turns a corner and disappears from view. There was something about her today. A wild look in her shining eyes, a flush to her cheeks, her hair bouncing behind her, an urgency in her step that runs deeper than her forced loyalty to the Prince. She was scared. More than that, though, she seemed to be surrounded by something I cannot describe. I only felt it as she passed; a ripple in the hallway, like the splitting of air as she passed. It took my breath away. I do not stop staring for a few moments longer. There was an energy about her, I knew that straightaway. But it takes me a few more seconds to realise that it was darkness. -------------------------------------------------------------- The stairwell is ancient. It is also forgotten. I came across it by accident my first week in the Palace, and I have never been back. It is dark, and it spirals deep into the abandoned tunnels. When I first found it, I was enchanted by the eeriness, as I always am. Moss covered the walls, making the stone cool and slightly damp. The door to it is heavy, but it is soundproof, and that is what's important. I lock myself in the darkness for a moment, taking one singular second to feel the tremble in my bones before I race down the stairs. I reach the bottom within moments. It is almost pitch black. I am not afraid of the dark. I have darkness in my veins. The fire in my blood sparks again, so rough and strong that my knees give out. I sink to the damp floor, the thick skirts of my gown sliding around me until I am sitting on a cloud of soft material. My entire body trembles with barely restrained magic, and the gasps that heave from my chest are pained. I should not have held it in for so long. I should not have ignored it, suffocated it. I should have released it in small bursts. Now there is too much inside of me. It is going to explode out, and I have no idea how powerful it will be. It could tear this stairwell apart. I can feel it in my fingertips now, cold as ice and as hot as fire. With one last conscious thought, my mind almost overcome with the buzz of darkness, my eyes catch onto the barely perceptible torches in the walls. I set them aflame before I release the power inside of me. And when they catch light, orange fire sizzling, I see what I did not before. Luca Addington. "No," I whisper, feeling my heart stop beating, my stomach drop to the centre of the very Earth as he stares at me. "Why... You- you cannot be here." The darkness is so desperate to escape now that my entire hands quiver in jolts that shake all the way up my arms. I release a muffled scream through gritted teeth as the agony of it ripples through me. I cannot hold it in. I have to release it. And then Luca Addington is kneeling in front of me. I manage to meet his gaze. It is dark and burning in the low light, but his skin is cool as he grabs my wrists. I almost gasp from the sensation of his icy fingers on my burning hands. "Fayre," He murmurs, voice deep and urgent, "You cannot release it. Please," His voice cracks, and I barely have time to flinch from his words. You cannot release it. "My brother- Finnan- is in the tunnels below us. You could kill him, Fayre. You could kill him if you release the magic." Release the magic. He knows. He knows what is happening. He knows what I am. He knows that I am about to burst. He knows that darkness is coming- "I can't," I force out, teeth clenched as I fight the tremors that shake through my abdomen now. I gasp at the pain, "I can't fight it. I'm sorry. There's too much inside me. I can't- I can't hold it in!" The darkness comes without warning. I look up into his eyes as I feel the magic burst inside of me. He sees it in my gaze; the power that suddenly surges through my veins towards him. His own eyes widen, face paling. Time seems to slow as I feel the darkness rush from me. Everything happens in beautifully slow detail. I watch the flush in Luca's cheeks swirl. I watch him take in a sharp breath of fear. I watch him glance down at my hands, and then back up at me. In this lighting, his eyes look less like mud and more like mountain rocks. The ones from the North. The flames throw shadows across his face; all sharp angles and harsh lines and soft skin. I can do nothing but scream as the darkness erupts from my hands, and I can only watch in slow motion as Luca Addington moves. He dives onto me, burying himself in the clouds of my skirts as he tackles me to the ground. I try to push away from him, but I do not have time as the magic rips into the air. Luca Addington cocoons me with his body, his hands across my back and my head in his chest. I feel rather than see what happens next. The dark magic erupts from my entire being like a halo of shadows, expanding out into the room in a flurry of blackness. The torches flicker out from it's touch as my magic swells towards the walls, but before it can get there, it freezes. For one devastating moment, the force of the black shadows tremble in the air, as if fighting some force. Suddenly, it snaps back towards us on the ground. I do not scream as it comes flying for us, a cloud of screaming smoke and darkness. Instead of burying itself back into my trembling body, it bounces against Luca's back. And the shadows simply turn to dust. We do nothing for a few moments. We do not even move. There is nothing but the silence and our gasping breaths. My body trembles against Luca's, but his limbs are steady. Our chests heave against each other, and I realise that I am limb to limb with him. There is a spot on his neck that has been exposed by his askew shirt, and his skin is as cool as night air. Without even thinking, I bury my head in it and breathe in. My entire body is on fire, and the coolness of his skin might just save me. His elbows are on either side of my head now, my hands on his back. As I settle my breathing in the space of his shoulder, his head falls down to the crook of my neck in exhaustion. I do not flinch. "What the hell was that?" I croak, voice raw and broken. I feel his Adams-apple bob against my forehead as he gulps, "I need to find my brother." He gets up in a flurry, but it is not ungraceful. Within seconds, he is standing above me. He teeters for a moment before righting himself. He glances down at me for a second, and despite the darkness I can feel his gaze on me. It is heavy, and it is scared, and it is exhausted. "Do not speak of this," He whispers. And then he is gone.

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Hey Keonin whats up!

"A... a very large beast of sorts. Is very up. Tall. Tall I mean."

#Keonin asks

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Oh Keonin! Are they healthy?

"Perfectly! ...Khodia's already trying to eat crayons though, and Anxsos is as nervous as he was when he was a grub, still."

(chibi collabs between @contrastparadoxx and I! <3)

#Keonin asks #Anxsos Amrida #Khodia Dioxal

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Hey Keonin how have things been going lately?

Keonin's ear flicked, showing that she heard you, but her focus seemed to be elsewhere. Her eyes were wide and round, anxious and expecting; her heart pounded in her ears, she couldn't hear the comforting murmurs of her matesprit as he walked her through the process. Two cocoons, rich in teal and red, were moving, twitching. She couldn't remember the last time she witnessed something like this.

It took her back to a night of old, roaring with fire and rife with the shouts of angry Trolls. Innocent lives were taken just so they could take hers. But they never did.

She was shaken from her thoughts when she felt Nyctea's hand on her shoulder. Keonin looked up at him. She hadn't realized she had been crying until the Purpleblood wiped the tears away from her face. "Your children need you," he murmured, then nodded to the cocoons Selene was checking over. She blinked up at him affectionately, then turned and hovered by Selene's side.

The walls of the cocoons shifted, and Keonin could see a little hand beginning to poke through the slips. Selene began gently pulling at the parts of the walls that were dead and peeled away to widen the hole the grubs-- no, wrigglers-- were trying to climb through. Then, the hole was wide enough to peer inside, and Keonin's breath caught in her throat.

Beautiful red eyes, looking up at her, already glistening with tears and his brows furrowed in stress. He had the curved horns of an Amrida, and the iconic hair swoop to boot. The grub had turned out to be a beautiful little boy with a round face and a gap between his teeth. "Anxsos," Keonin sighed, relieved. The kid recognized her voice and offered her a shy smile.

"Hi..."

She helped him climb out and immediately wrapped a blanket around him. Nyctea set to work helping to clean the child of cocoon goop. The goop made the room have a feint unpleasant smell, but nobody complained as they helped the two boys move on to their next phase of life.

The next to emerge was the Dioxal, with long messy hair and a curious spark to his eyes. Selene held the walls apart as Keonin helped him out, "Khodia."

"Congratulations!" Nyctea's smile was wide as he helped to clean Khodia, too. "Should I get Kulsot and Omnius on the phone?"

"Let's find them some clothes first, and some food," Selene said with a nod.

"Oh, of course! Everything's already prepared," there was a sheepish smile dancing on the dragon's lips, "I've been waiting for this."

"Oh, thank you! I'll start checking them over for any unexpected complications, then you can show them their clothes and make the call. Keonin, could you get them food?"

"Of course," Keonin still had both boys near her, and there was a part of her that didn't want to be apart from them for even a minute. Her heart went out to them, enveloping them in a metaphorical embrace. She knew she would love them no matter what, though this love had rooted her in place.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Keonin blinked and glanced at Selene. Though half of his face was hidden behind his medical mask, she could see how concerned he was by the pull of his brow and the look in his eyes. She leaned into him and planted a kiss on his temple, "Yes. Never better, love." There was a brief flicker of doubt in his eyes, though Selene knew better than to question it right now.

With a deep breath, she forced herself to let go of the children and make herself useful in the kitchen. Everything felt like such a blur, like she wasn't even there. As she prepared the very first meals these freshly pupated Trolls would have, a smile spread across her face. Though nervous at first, over time pure joy replaced the anxiety of memories.

"Anxsos Amrida and Khodia Dioxal," she said to herself, "Welcome home."

#Keonin Caniss #Keonin asks #Keonin ic #Paradigm Shift #Puppy Love #Nyctea #Selene #Anxsos Amrida #Khodia #hatching #cocoon

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Keonin why are you maidenless

"Pardon?"

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Keonin how much of a lifesaver is it to have Ptillo around with you? :3

"Much, actually. I never thought someone like her I would be good friends with, but she is a reminder that not all things can be judged by the cover of its book."

#Keonin asks

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OHOH!! Tell us about them if you can Keonin :0!!

"You're assuming I know about anyone beyond my pack, and that I'd risk their safety. Not only that but you're being quite rude about it. I was a monster because I killed without thought, yes, but I didn't expect for you to throw my past in my face and then demand information out of me. You're not entitled to it or any information about me, or any Troll that I may or may not know of! Especially not like that.

"There are plenty of Shifters who are products of abuse; to assume them all monsters because you --somehow-- know of my past, for shame!"

#Keonin asks #im sorry ik what youre trying to ask she just got rubbed the wrong way 😭

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Where's my milf Keonin!! How's the kiddos she's watching over

"I'm still unsure what that means," there's a soft giggle, and she doesn't linger on it for very long.

"I'm proud to say that everyone I'm looking after are recovering well at their own speeds. Casitt's fever is clearing up, and Hibuki's arm is healing favorably with no sign of infection."

#Keonin asks

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Keonin deserves to be happy. Smh

"And so do you, pup!"

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A troll of undetermined age steps into your askbox.

Keonin! Hi! You seem so ʗool!! I've never met a troll with a middle name before! You seem pretty overworked, ʗan I help with anything? -@juniorstuck

"ThAt's Very sweet of you. While I don't need help At the moment, you Are wel<ome to join me; I'm out forAging right now."

"WhAt is your nAme, pup?"

#Keonin asks #hi!!! #welcome to the blog its nice to see you! #juniorstuck

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OwO keonin!! Can you still shape-shift!

"No. I'Ve lost thAt Ability A long time Ago, dear."

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maybe you should be a little concerned miss Keonin OwO;

"...He got injured agAin, didn't he? How bAd is it this time?"

#Keonin asks

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That boy is feral! He may or may not be near by! Close for you to sniff him out anyway! Maybe a little something else too :3c

"Ah... I... I guess I <ould trA<K him myself..."

Even after all this time, she has to convince herself that some skills can be useful and not used for evil. She swallows her nerves and continues.

"A little something else, too? My, Knowing my pup, I thinK I ought to be <on<erned...."

#Keonin asks