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Alternia (First Timeline)
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-Lupus sighed and made his way home before he takes his clothes off and burns them before entering the shower making sure he was well washed so there would be no evidence but he guessed someone would sooner or later come to investigate the crime. Lupus sighed accidentally biting his own tongue when caused him to bleed so he spit his Cerulean blood into the shower. Lupus cleaned his mouth out with wash before going and getting on a similar outfit as the one he had previously been wearing before he jumped onto his couch and opened his laptop to check if he had been trolled.-
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The Empress looked down from her golden throne as Zembra was brought forth and restrained by her purple-blooded guard. Although she disliked the cruel treatment, the rational part of her mind accepted her imprisonment as a necessity for not only her own safety but for that of the entire Alternian Empire. In fact, many of her subjects viewed the seadweller’s sentence as being far too lenient. In the days of old, a troll who had such wanton behavior and lack of respect for Trollian life would have been executed by the legislacerators on the spot. Feferi had been trying desperately for the past decades to keep a balance between the compassionate ruler she wished to be and the stern dictator façade she was forced to hide behind in order to keep control and mitigate the damage as her world slowly fell apart due to the natural passage of time, the growing aggression among her troll subjects, and growing rumors of the reappearance of…the game.
The corner of her lips twitched into a frown at Zembra’s flippant remarks. It was clear even from this distance that the troll was doped up on sopor slime, but she was still insistent enough to speak with her.
“Zembra. Do you really expect me to forgive you after all you’ve done? )(ON-ESTLY, it makes me so MAD when I think about all of the poor, innocent trolls you’ve krilled! What do you have to say for YOURS-ELF? W)(y s)(ould I believe you won’t pick up w)(ere you left off?”
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-Zembra looked up into Feferi’s eyes and lost her smile. To herself, it was like peering into a soul but she knew well and good she wasn’t. The information she was about to say was from the depths of information she had gathered. “Are you lenient on me 8ecause of my ancestor? Wwas it, Empress?”
She then gained her smile back and began to spout off, “Wwell I don’t plan on going back to krilling anyone. In fact, I wwas going to give cooked meat a try like this one time I tried it and spat it 8ack out. It wwas vvery foul to my tastes mind you or perhaps I should 8e allotted a different sort of jo8 of sorts?”
She spaced a second before spouting nonsense, “Your eyes are pretty.” He eyes wandering then back to the two holding her arms as she starting saying “honk” over and over again to try and get their goats, them just gripping her arms tighter and making her cringe in pain.-
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Empress Feferi paused for a moment, lowering her guard as the mention of Zembra’s ancestors brought back memories of a time several sweeps ago. An era that she willed herself to forget, to shelve and pretend that it had never existed. There was only one troll who could have begotten a violet-blood such as Zembra. And as for his partner, it wasn’t too hard to guess. After all, Feferi’s ex-moirail was notorious for his lack of success in obtaining quadrants. Ancestors were supposed to stay secret, but reely, that wwaver was a dead give-away.
Snapping herself out of her reminiscence, the empress returned her attention once more to the delinquent troll before her. Her eyes flashed fuschia, “T)(AT, is NON—E of your concern, Z-EMBRA. If you were )(oping to )(ave me discuss my ex-moray-eel, then you whale )(ave to be disappointed.”
In order to recover and maintain her condescending image and not appear too eager, she took a moment to inspect her finger-nails. Glub, she hadn’t meant to confirm anyfin, but that word just slipped out! The only thing to do now was to put on her best poker face and hope for the best. The glittery pink had started to chip at the edges and really needed to be touched up. During this time, the guards not so subtly tightened their grip once again. Feferi pretended not to notice. Deciding that Zembra had had enough torment, she glanced up, causing the purple-bloods to cease. “Now, w)(at’s this about a different sort of “jo8″ ? Did you have something in mind? Since, shorely you didn’t come here just to talk about…t)(at.”
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-Zembra glared up at Feferi but it didn’t remain a glare. She felt the subjuggalators ease off and took a slight breath. She even felt herself able to gather her thoughts more so than before. Her brain was resuming function and she said, “The cullings… I don’t care if I wwould be wwith lowwer bloods. I wwould get my dietary need of raww flesh, and the cullings wwould need less to do it and get their hands bloody.”
She tilted her head as she looked right at Feferi and spoke almost in admiration, “Wwhy don’t you tell me more about your ex-moirail? Or do you wwant to knoww howw I knoww about my ancestor? I wwould be wwilling to talk more on it though if these twwo clowwns wwere off my arms.” She was taking her strides where she could get them, feeling Feferi sort of meld under old thoughts.-
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The suggestion hit her like a particularly brutal gunshot to the stomach. The thought of purposefully feeding young wigglers to another troll was horrendous. How could she be expected to endorse such violent cannibalism? And yet, it was a perfectly reasonable solution. Feferi held her golden trident across her body, tapping one end against the palm of her hand thoughtfully. No matter how much Feferi wished that all of the wigglers could be taken care of, in this current climate it just couldn’t be. The population would expand out of control, and a denser population of trolls would only mean more violence. Not to mention, hadn’t she used a very similar method of pacification so many sweeps ago? Was there really much of a difference between killing innocent troll lusii and killing innocent wigglers for food?
“Fine. W)(y don’t you begin by telling me just )(ow you found out aboat your ancestor in the first place? If you do, I’ll even give your porpoiseition a test-run. Of course, you will )(ave to be under constant supervision. I shrimply can’t give you any opportunaty to attack innocents again.”
The Empress hesitated for a brief moment, wondering if her desire to give this misguided troll a second chance was making her gullible. Was she falling into some wiggler spiderhag’s net? Still, this was what she wanted to do: find compromises to keep what was left of the peace. Feferi gestured to the subjugglators to release Zembra.
Skvaada’s eyes widened in surprise at the leninency being afforded to the wretched violetblood. Her fanged mouth opened in protest and then closed. No matter how concerned she was for her leader’s safety, there was no way she could speak against the Empress herself. The subjugglators looked equally discomforted but withdrew their clubs, readying them just in case before letting go of Zembra’s arms. The subjugglators closer to Feferi withdrew their weapons in turn, preparing for any signs of treachery.
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-Zembra heard the accepting of her proposition under that one request. She felt the subjuggalators release her and she rolled her shoulders with a crack to put bones back into place. She then stood fully straight up as her eyes met with Feferi’s as if her mind was blocking out everyone else but she could feel the tension around them. She took a single step and had a smirk on as she took a breath.
“I found out about my ancestor the hard wway,” She started, “I found clues, left by twwo different wwriting and twwo different perceptions. I tell you I wwas eelectrified to find the first note of my male ancestor, describing his illicit rain of destruction upon his fronds. I see his calculations wwere false by you 8eing o8vviously alivve. I could tell he was like me. Not just 8y howw he doubled his ww and vv but in howw alone he seemed in his wwriting. I had already the taste of flesh and his wwritings only dreww a clearer conclusion. Then I saww the other wwritings, one wwith 8 for b and for other such sound alikes. 8ut I only adapted one of hers. They wwanted me to know howw alone they felt.”
She took another step and said, “Evven wwrote on how they decided to pail up. This is the result, of twwo unloved trolls wwanting to have a spawwn just so their 8loods wwould livve on. That is howw I found out and that excelled wwho I wwas. Interesting, isn’t it?”
She took a deep breath and succumbed to not having been out of that prison long enough to regain much. She collapsed onto her hands and knees, but even that couldn’t stop her as the rest of her hit the ground. She couldn’t hold herself up for too much and she’d done the extent of her capabilities for now. Though, in an attempt to regain some dignity, she pushed herself onto her back so she was at least still facing Feferi. Her eyes finally looked around at the subjuggalators and at Skvaada. She was outnumbered and too weak to do anything at the current. That job would have to do until she could resume herself.-
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Feferi sighed as the troll in front of her collapsed out of sheer exhaustion as a result of her fragile condition. Although truth be told, Eridan had been much too much work as a moirail, it had never been her intention to leave him distraught and alone for the rest of his life. She had broken off their pale relationship in the full expectation that he would find someone else, and accepting the fact that Eridan refused to listen to her or reciprocate in their moirallegance. It seemed he had managed to find someone to pity him, but it broke a small part of her heart to think that he had lived his life eternally unhappy.
Feeling some amount of responsibility for the child of such an utterly unhappy union, Feferi prepared to make good on her promise. “T)(is troll is not to be imprisoned again. Get )(er a meal, some c)(ange of clot)(es and arrange a more suitable block for )(er to stay in until she )(as fully recovered. Also, make s)(ore t)(at t)(ere are at least two guards watc)(ing )(er at all times. T)(e next culling is in…two days. So, until t)(en you w)(ale )(ave to be satisficed wit)( raw animal fles)(. Dismissed.”
The subjugglators bowed and then promptly played the nose game to determine which one of them would have to escort the seadweller out of the throne room. Skvaada meanwhile glared sullenly at the floor as one of her few sources of entertainment was thrown to the winds. With Zembra gaining permission to eat the slated to be culled wigglers, troll experimental test subjects would become rare if near impossible to find. Of all the rotten luck. If she was of a lower blood caste, she might have been tempted to use profoundly crude language to express her feelings. Of course, if this was the decree of the Empress then who was she to go against it? “Can you stand up?” She asked tersely, even though she was pretty sure of the answer.
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-Zembra had a slight smirk on her face, appearing to be of appreciation but the truth of her dark thoughts were kept to herself. She heard the subjuggalators trying to decide who would be the escort, then heard Skvaada’s voice in question of her physical stability. “I can stand just fine!” She snapped out of a rage of pride.
She pushed to get herself up, her arms shaking as she got her legs under herself. From there, she couldn’t get herself any further but she tried anyway. She screamed in frustration as she tried to push herself up. She looked to the troll and said, “Okay, so I glu88in can’t. The fuck you gonna do? I knoww you all hate me.”-
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-Lupus was standing in the doorway watching the whole seance before he would let out a cough to alert them all to his presence. He was clean of all remains and he had returned to the body prior to returning to the queens chamber. He had torched the body of the clown so no one would know who had slayed the creature. He had sliced it into dozens of pieces so it wouldn’t look like the work of the executioner who killed with one slash. He made sure the remains were ash before he turned and made his way to the castle. Lupus now walked forward towards the clowns who he gave an evil look through his red tinted sunglasses but none of them could see his hatred for them. Lupus spoke calmly like this was all trivial to him and didn’t mean anything to him”if you may I can lead her out of this location as it was my job to watch her these past few years, I mise well be the one to set her free”. Lupus let go of his scythe and it vanished into black sand on the ground that quickly blew away with an absent wind that blew through the door that had been left open. If Zembra accepted his offer he would kneel down so she could climb onto his back to make it easier on the both of them. If she did so he would speak one last time so only she could hear him”bite me and you’ll find your on a stick being slow roasted for my dinner you fish”. Lupus would take off with great speed wanting to escape the area because sooner or later they would notice they were short one guard if they hadn’t already.-
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-Zembra looked at the one intruding and sighed at the interruption. She couldn’t get herself off the ground at the moment, but she wanted to punch him, then her, then run. She looked right up at him and said, “Fine… But I can’t get up. You wwill havve to pick me up if you wwant to help me there.” She tilted her head and smirked a bit, that was the most she could do despite it looking more like she was disgusted by the thought of it. She started thinking through what the next actions should be.-
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-Lupus picked her up and placed her over his shoulder before making his way outside of the castle and back towards his own home. He pushed the door open and found it empty which made him sigh as he placed her down on the couch before going and cooking and bringing her a drink of water to clear her head more from the slime. Lupus gave her the food before he sat across from her with his knuckle guards sitting on the table between them which showed he was ready to kill if he had to. He leaned back in his chair before he began to speak”now what are your plans with your freedom.”
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-Zembra just sort of flopped as she was carried by him, very embarrassing to her. Whe she was set down on his couch, she just stayed where she was put. She looked around his hive from her veiw point and forced herself to stay upright. The water was a welcome gift, being a seadweller. Overall, it seemed he wasn’t too bad. She shook as she drank and, despite it being cooked food, she would devour it. She heard him talk but, like a lady, would swallow before responding, “Obviously do the job appointed to me. If I don’t, it wwill be me wwho is culled.” She sat back a little as she said, “Besides, in any other job I wwould be a fish out of wwater.” She placed in another mouthful and swallowed before continuing, “No pun intended.”-
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Skvaada glared at her feet as she followed Lupus and Zembra to his hive. She found it absolutely disgusting how the seadweller was able to wriggle her way out of trouble solely on the merit of her noble ancestry. No other troll would have been given a second chance. But Zembra’s freedom would not last long, because eventually she would slip up. Surely, if a close enough eye was kept on the violet blood and certain…temptations were overlooked, the cannibal would succumb to madness once again. The trick was being there to catch her in the act. With good enough proof, surely even the Empress wouldn’t hesitate to toss the criminal back in the castle’s holding cells to rot for all eternity. Skvaada was determined to get that proof. Then, only then could she finally satisfy her need for revenge.
Skvaada took a moment to school her expression into one befitting an indigo blood. She forced herself to unclench the pointy teeth which had previously been grinding against each other before knocking on the door three times in an impatient yet polite manner. “Lupus? If you would be so kind as to let me in? I need to verify that the seadweller has yet to kill you.” The third knock left the door more than a little worse for the wear. “..Drat.” -
-Lupus listened to her story before he heard the knock on the door”didst expect them to send someone for my head so soon.” He heard the voice of Skvaada so he stood but just to be safe slipped on his knuckle guards. Lupus saw his door begin to splitter from the force of the female troll behind his door which annoyed lupus. He walked over and pulled the door off its hinges so he was now looking down at the female troll”you can see im quite alright unlike my door.” He walked outside and with one arm sent the door flying through the air which it would land fifty yards to his left and skid and fall off the cliff. Lupus would then walk back inside before turning to the female troll at his door”wont you come in.”
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