[ ♑ ] see you again soon

[grandhighblood]

who: grand highblood + summoner

when: late at night

where: somewhere on vatheon (subject to change)

style: doesn't matter.

status: closed

The Grand Highblood is a prideful being, especially when it came down the knowledge and skill of activities that were mostly accesible to highbloods and highbloods only. Lowbloods rarely had the chance to indulge in such frivolous luxuries, and especially not one as low on the hemospectrum as the Summoner. So to be thoroughly beaten in the art of slam poetry by a shitblooded little mutated freak is more than just a blow to his pride -- it's also a step up for the lowblood. That is, it probably would've had more merit had it been their universe, but still the principle stands. It enraged him and he had no choice but the accept defeat. Not that he didn't throw a tantrum first before signing off the network.

Days had passed since then, his anger simmering but still longing for strife, and scheming of new ways to either humiliate or abuse the winged troll. There are only so many ways to bash in someone's skull without outright killing them.

Oh.

Speaking of which.... why hadn't he thought of that before? To kill someone here in Vatheon is as permanent and meaningful as never-drying clay. It would certainly piss off such a tree-hugging motherfucker all for valuing life and shit if he just went up to him and killed him, even if they were both well aware of what would happen next. Not only would Summoner come back, the highblood could also enjoy the feeling of life slipping through his fingers once more. Missed how it clung desperately to keep its body alive, only to fade into dark, leaving the shell hollow and empty.

So his mind made, he set out late at night in search of his "prey", searching out specific spots in Vatheon that he's sure to find the other troll.