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Feralstuck prompt, hoping for a Cronus but I'll take anyone at this point He looks like this: just no tattoo; http://imgur.com/1me8t7c Sfw/nsfw, i dont care, but plot comes first. Dont have to match length but I would love if you write at least a paragraph ))
Kankri grunted as he walked through the forest. He had been looking for a place to settle for days, but he hadn't been able to find a place that would fit a nest. So he had been stuck walking along the path for days, only stopping to hunt and drink. He was old enough to start his own family and had been kicked out from the nest he had been sharing with his father and brother, their mother having been captured when his brother was small. But now that he was old enough he had to find his own territory.
Looking down, he hissed faintly as he felt mushy ground under his feet. A swamp? It wasn't exactly his type of territory but he had to cross it. He just hoped there wasn't any other trolls around. He wasn't very high on the ladder, and without a mate he was even lower, easy prey for any Highbloods threading the pat, and he had heard that they were very territorial, and he didn't feel like getting into a fight. His tail lashed once and his nose high to try and scent any other creatures. Wait. He stopped and flicked one ear as he sniffed the air. Someone was here, close by too it seemed. He took a step back and crouched to the ground, hoping he wouldn't be spotted.
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The waters of the swamp were vast and treacherous, and few would ever voluntarily choose to live there. But some did. A few individuals saw beauty in the ugliness of the marshlands - and would fight to protect it from those who didn't belong. Like ugly little half-human half-furry abominations. Gross.
Heavy feet squelched through the mud, a titanic figure marching through it. His ears were pricked to the slightest disturbance - and he'd found one. His great hands curled into fists, for he was not a man overly fond of company. He would drive it out, one way or the other. Eyes narrowed, the behemoth crept towards his foe, never rushing for a moment - but not backing down either. Until finally - aha! He saw it.
Folding his burly arms over his alligator-skin jacket, Shrek peered down his nose at the diminutive troll and barked a single order. "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY SWAMP."
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i love you
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2014-08-18 11:17:16