Scents of Trolls

He would care very little of the reasoning this woman had of being here. He would stand there, letting the soft breeze take his large frame with ease, wrapping around him in a tight blanket, much colder then he imagined, his oceanic fur now being soaked to the skin. He would listen to her, though he would totally disagree, she had it all wrong. He would shake his large crown and he would attempt to step closer to her. " You are mistaken. It is not just skill that makes you successful. Without camouflage you will be spotted in broad daylight... skill wont save you from that. I could be the best hunter going but if theres no tall grass, or large boulders im sure ill be just skin and bones by now." He would sigh before moving away, nearing the waters edge instead, Looking upon the replica the water would oh so simply present. " Cold? i guess im just taking a moment to relax... Alactria is a strange place." He would speak in a husky manner, though it was barely a whisper. He was beginning to get used to be alone... but company was always welcome, the other party always did bring something to play, interesting or not.
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