#bular the vicious

[sobie-is-scared]

I was listening to Godhunter by the Aviators, and it got me thinking about Jim again. But specifically about what is provably the most creative kill of the series - his final stand against Bular. It was stunning visually and really good choreography wise, but it got me thinking about another fight involving Bular. One of the very first things we see in the entire franchise.

The fight between him and Kanjigar. And why I think Kanjigar wouldn't even think of doing what Jim did in that final battle. It's fascinating how differently both trollhunters use Daylight, and I have my thoughts on it to share.

Let's start with Kanjigar. As we see in Wizards, he was a warrior long before getting chosen by the amuket, and it's safe to say he has been trained in using a sword. And so even when he fights with Daylight he treats it pretty much the same as a regular blade.

Like over here. He burns himself to reach for the sword, when we know that Daylight can be teleported straight intk your palm. But it's not something Kanjigar would have had to use often because, as it's established, he is an excellent warrior. He probably is disarmed very rarely, if at all.

Not our Jim, though. He is a scrawny sixteen year old fighting giant creatures of living stone. The sword is flund from his hands constantly. And so he had to learn how to get it back in an instant or die. He is doing everything in his power to keep up with beings much stronger, bigger, and faster than he is, and so he is using this trick a lot.

So for him, the sword is much less of a physical thing, is what Im trying to say. And that allows him to come up with an idea for something like this:

Like he says in this scene, he is not a troll, and he doesn't fight like one. What a genius way to write a protagonist going against much more traditionally powerful opponents.

#literary analysis #trollhunters #tales of arcadia #jim lake jr #bular #bular the butcher #bular the vicious #he got two titles damn he is special like that #kanjigar #kanjigar the courageous

[talesandtrolls]

Trollhunters in a nutshell

#trollhunters #james lake jr #jim lake jr #bular the butcher #bular the vicious #gunmar #gunmar the black #troll jim

[itsmergb]

I’m donating one of my favorite pair of shorts because it doesn’t fit me anymore. To cope, I drew it on Bular. This is @muku-gc’s fault

#my art #digital #trollhunters #tales of Arcadia #bular the butcher #trollhunters bular #bular the vicious

[az-daniels-yeeter]

Eclipse Headcanon

Since I want justice for the Eclipse Armor, and for it to feel like more that just a palette swap post Trollhunters…

I’ve created a headcanon for it

To start at the beginning:

Daylight has “Sun Energy” which is what allows it to turn trolls to stone

The Eclipse has “Heartstone Energy” which is what is needed to harm Gunmar. The energy is provided by the Triumbric Stones since they’re tied to Gunmar (The Birthstone being from the Heartstone he came from and his eye are specifically what grant the most energy)

This is because Gunmar was born from a heartstone which basically makes him one and is why he can absorb the energy of other heartstones

Sidenote:

In essentially being a “walking heartstone” he has greater regenerative prowess than the average troll, able to heal faster from injury and revive parts of his body that are turned to stone. Being in sunlight for an extended period of time will turn him to stone but his regeneration will allow for him to recover upon leaving the sunlit area. He also is sort of provided with his own sustenance but that doesn’t entirely mean he doesn’t need to eat or sleep, h just needs to do it less often than a normal troll

↑ This is also why Bular’s hand near instantly recovered from being turned to stone and why he wasn’t completely stone when Jim wounded him with daylight and he fell into the canal

Daylight was unable to kill Gunmar since his status as a “walking heartstone” (albeit a dying one) makes him marginally more resistant to sunlight. In simple terms, Daylight was “too weak” to finish the job

With the Eclipse having Heartstone Energy, it gains enough power to harm him. It can also do that cause the Triumbric Stones work similar to how Angor’s Eye wards of Angor’s Magic specifically

The Eclipse having heartstone energy also comes with a slight recovery for Jim but it’s not as potent as Gunmar’s or being within range of a living Heartstone (which is why his injuries from the Eternal Night weren’t instantly healed, but most definetly healed by the time they’d began making way to Jersey)

This also leads to a reason why Jim would be in his Eclispe Armor when confronting the Green Knight in Hoboken (In the headcanon sense that Jim was able to take off the armor during his Jersey trip)

Hope y’all like this headcanon

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[bastet-c-haddock]

Now Available on AO3 for your reading pleasure:

The Story of Neala!

Including the 3rd Part of War Is Coming.

Tensions rise between the higher ranks since the Alliance with Morgana Pendragon.

Neala doesn't trust the Witch, not even a bit. She might not be a liar, but she's playing a game in which the King might fall first.

Will he listen to Neala or will the tension snap and burn the bridge?

#fanart #art #digital #dreamworks #netflix #tales of arcadia #trollhunters #wizards #gumm gumms #trollhunters gunmar #gunmar the black #trollhunters bular #bular the vicious #bular the butcher #morgana pendragon #the pale lady #fanfic #fan character

[rosemaidenvixen]

Terror in the Corn

For @draal-ask-blog who gave me the prompt of going through a corn maze with Gunmar and Bular

tw: violence, blood, death

Ao3

Gunmar sneered as he spotted more of the light spires the humans set up along the road through the trees. It was the middle of the night but humans still managed to taint it with their lanterns. 

“Bah! The humans befoul the water, destroy the land, and now they obscure the stars themselves. Their entire race deserves to burn and choke on the ashes of their own making,”

Ahead of him Bular chuffed “Indeed, your return was long overdue. I look forward to making their streets run red with blood, and reminding the fleshbags why they should fear the dark,”

Normally such a declaration from his son would soothe Gunmar’s nerves, but tonight nothing seemed to lift the scowl from his face. He’d managed to escape the Darklands with his advisers and an elite group of soldiers, but they lacked the numbers needed to topple the humans’ forces. Kodanth had tasked his impures with seeking out allies among the troll tribes, but for now they were forced to wait.

Gunmar was free from the Darklands, but instead of raining down rightful slaughter he was sitting on his haunches grinding his teeth to nubs.

“Why have you brought me out here?”

Bular paused, surveying the edge of the forest before turning back towards him with a wide grin “Your forces are still being gathered, but the two of us can still remind the humans to fear the dark as they once did,”

Intrigued, Gunmar followed Bular further to the edge of the forest, spotting a mass of tall, straight plants in the clearing beyond, lit by cold lanterns with the sounds of human voices coming from within.

“Every autumn the humans construct these labyrinths from the remains of their harvest, decorate them with effigies of their demons and wander inside for amusement,”

Bular turned back, mouth stretched into a blood-thirsty smirk “Why don’t we give them some real monsters,”

Gunmar felt his own mouth stretching into a grin, black mood finally lifted.

“Indeed, the fleshbags have set up a fine festival indeed, it would be rude not to participate,”

Gunmar in the lead now, the two of them crept towards the least illuminated side of the plants, vaulting over the side and landing soundlessly on the dirt path inside.

Rather than standing, Gunmar sank into a low crouch and sniffed, single eye flicking from side to side. The scent of fleshbags drifted between the plant stalks along with the sound of murmurs and giggles. Dangling from the plants were dolls and effigies of various designs, occasionally spattered with a sweet smelling red substance. Some were clearly done to imitate human skeletons, but others were done up in bright colors, flamboyant garments, and garish warpaints that had no meaning Gunmar could perceive. 

No matter, he didn’t have to understand the meaning of these effigies to use them to his advantage. 

Not lifting from his crouch, he raised a single hand “Come,” 

Bular dutifully followed along as Gunmar crept along the path until they came to a crossroads, raising a hand to halt.

“We separate here, you go down that corridor,” he gestured towards a wide path ahead of them “I will herd any fleshbags that come towards you,”

Bular huffed in acknowledgement before creeping ahead on all fours, vanishing down the corridor of plants.

Gunmar sat back on his haunches, slowing his breathing to a whisper and stilling his tail with centuries of practice, and settled in to wait.

He didn’t have to wait long.

He heard them approach before he smelled them, chattering and laughing in their high pitched fleshbag voices.

Gunmar didn’t allow himself to as much as twitch, he was far too experienced a hunter for that, but the thought of these fleshbags’ laughter turning into screams, feeling their hot blood running down his throat, did bring a smile to his face.

Around the bend of a corridor on his side the group appeared, five of them, they were gathered in a tight formation but with no awareness of their surroundings, laughing and jostling each other. The faint scent of alcohol hanging over them.

“Dude this corn maze is lame,”

“Yeah I think they got all their decorations from the clearance section at Walmart,”

“Hey they were scary enough to nearly make you wet yourself,”

“That wasn’t because I was scared, that’s because I’m smashed!”

Uproarous laughter shook the group as they got closer. As they got closer and Gunmar came into their view their laughter rose even higher, the group staggering to a stop to gather around him.

“Oh wow, now that’s an animatronic,”

“For real, how do you think they managed to afford that?”

“Oh come on guys this is fake as hell, I can totally see the wires,”

Gunmar stayed still, waiting until the fleshbags were positioned by the proper corridor, then he slowly started to prowl forward.

The motion from him sent the humans shrieking and scurrying away, directly down the path where Bular was waiting.

Gunmar kept pace, slow but never losing their trail. Even centuries out of practice he was far too practiced a hunter to allow eagerness to quicken his limbs, but inside he felt the old thrill of anticipation rising. 

The fleshbags rounded a bend and vanished from view, a few seconds later there was another chorus of shrieks that told him that the humans had run into Bular.

A pleased rumble echoed out from his chest as Gunmar came to the end of the corridor, sealing off any potential escape.

In the tunnel of plants the fleshbags stood between him and Bular, laughing and looking back and forth between the two, completely oblivious to the danger surrounding them.

He met Bular’s eyes and nodded, Bular returned the gesture and the two of them slowly started to crawl forward, closing the gap between them.

“Oh man these animatronics are the shit!”

“For real dude, but how are we supposed to get out?”

“Maybe just, go around…”

One of the humans broke away from the others and started to edge around Gunmar.

In a single swipe Gunmar took off their head. There was barely any sound, just a whiff of air, a spray of red, and the human’s body crumpling to the ground.

The other humans stared at their companion’s corpse wide eyes, pale faces spattered with red.

“R– Ronnie?”

They turned toward Gunmar. He grinned, letting their companion’s head tumble to the ground.

“G– guys I don’t think these are fake,”

“Wh– what no way, he’s probably just in on it, come on Ronnie get up this isn’t funny anym–”

Bular grabbed one of the humans while they were still focused on Gunmar, lifting them up and tearing open their shoulder with his teeth. The fleshbags spasmed before going limp with a wet gurgle..

Gunmar could pinpoint the exact second the full realization of the danger sank in.

The humans screamed, panic erupting in their small group, rushing and darting around in a futile attempt to escape. One of them even tried to flee through the plants but they were packed too tight.

He and Bular moved without urgency, there was nowhere for the fleshbags to go, and their screams would go unnoticed among all the others in the labyrinth. Calmly but efficiently dispatching the fleshbags one by one, clawed hands snapping their spines and fangs tearing open their throats until the last of the screams was silenced.

Then they enjoyed the spoils of their hunt.

Once they were finished Gunmar wiped the blood from his maw using the back of his arm. All that remained of the humans were the traces of blood on the dirt and plants, completely blending in with the sweet red substance only distinguishable by scent, and the pleasant heaviness in Gunmar’s gut.

But Gunmar’s hunger was over nine centuries in the making. 

And there were many humans still wandering the labyrinth.

He stood to his full height, rolling his neck back and forth before facing Bular “The night is young, my appetite is not yet sated, and the humans’ festival has not yet concluded,” he extended a hand down towards Bular “Shall the hunt continue?”

Bular grinned and accepted it, allowing his father to pull him to his feet “Indeed father, there is nowhere I’d rather be,”

#tales of arcadia #trollhunters #halloween prompts #rmvwrites #gunmar the black #bular the vicious #fanfic #violence #blood #death

[albentelisa]

I haven't been too active lately as Rowan (my pfp cat) gave birth to a kitten (yay!).

Meanwhile, have a fic)))

#tales of arcadia #toa fanfic #jim lake jr #bular the vicious #mirrored convictions au #mirrored convictions what if #troll!barbara au

[gunmars-big-jiggly-titties]

Help hgngfdaaFnzfjjra

The death grip this man has on me

*internal fangirl screaming intensifies*

#trollhunters #bular #fangirl #simping #internally screaming #bular the vicious #bular the butcher

[rule-number-3]

Fun fact. Did you know young crocodiles and gators like to climb trees and just chill up there?

#trollhunters #toa #tales of arcadia #bular #bular the butcher #bular the vicious #not whelp bular but still a small one #sorry the anatomy is wonky #trying to find a comfrtable position to draw in #scientist didnt know until recently because no one thought to look up there #do not wake him he bites when startled #or upset #or bored #i actually tried drawing him like an actual initimdating beast #but this was funnier #he's def going to fall

[hammert-fitzerald]

day 15 final ; Jim's Birthday, draal, tellad, bular and beast jim are celebrating troll jim's birthday with great joy with all his family, troll jim is happy to celebrate his birthday with all his loved ones

Dedícate to @bluheaven-adw

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[gentleeclipsey]

The fact Gunmar and Bular never got to see each other face to face again has been brutally murdering me as I'm rewatching the series

#trollhunters #tales of arcadia #gunmar the black #toa gunmar #bular the vicious #bular the butcher #trollhunters bular #bular

[soulsbear]

Coloured one of my practices from yesterday!

#my art #bular #bular the vicious #trollhunters #tales of arcadia #its been great to test out my prismacolours #soulsbear art log

[yellowmagicalgirl]

An au where bular and Jim swapped place and gunmar and Barbara also swapped places

It was Barbara who created the changelings, not Morgana. Among the many titles of Barbara the Black, the Dark Doctor is one of them.

Jim looks a lot like his beast form, but without the amulet and the glowing lines.

Gunmar has the nickname of Skullcrusher from when he accidentally knocked over a Halloween display.

Gunmar got custody of Bular (his only son) in his divorce, while his wife got custody of their daughters.

Gunmar is an astronomer, and there's currently an observing run. Thus, he's working odd hours. Sure is convenient for his newly-made-trollhunter son.

send me an au and i’ll give you 5+ headcanons about it

#barbara lake #troll!barbara #troll!jim #beast!jim #jim lake jr #tales of arcadia #gunmar the black #bular the vicious #trollhunter!bular #human!gunmar #human!bular #trollhunters #answered ask #draal ask blog #my au's

[potatosoupei]

I have never in my life posted writing on Tumblr so forgive me if I did this wrong but here we gooooooo. I refuses to watch troll hunters for so long but I finally cracked and now all I can do it read and draw fan shit and here's a continuation to a fanfic I read but lost so like credits to whoever wrote the original Bular x Pregnant!Reader somewhere on here. This is based off that.

16+ warning for suggestive content but like not really?

Bular x Human!Reader Nursing

Bular sat and watched as you nursed your halfbreed child. It was something history had never seen before, a babe born from both human and troll. It was a unheard of, and something his lost father would never approve of.

The whelp looked human. Some of the impure had made comments about the child not being the heir of Bular in the beginning. None of them dared make those claims while the massive brute was around though, knowing their skulls would be crushed effectively ending their gossip and their lives.

All accusations were put to rest when the child opened their eyes for the first time. They were the eyes of a troll.

No, they were the eyes of their father.

Big amber pools contained the most beautiful ruby irises. The whelp may have looked human but Bular's troll blood ran strong through in their veins.

The gurgles and fussing of his child caused the gumgum to return from his thoughts. "Not hungry anymore?" You coo, gently bouncing the child in your arms as they had unlatched. The babe babbled a little but was already beginning to settle, and you couldn't help but bare the warmest smile as you held your little bundle of joy.

Bular's large body shifted with little stealth, and sat just behind you as you doted over baby.

Since his final fight with the Trollhunter, and the early arrival of your baby you and your gumgum mate had to leave Arcadia. Strictlander had set it all up for you. He'd gotten you a truck and a driver that didn't ask questions to drive you both over the border and into Canada. You had ridden in the cab and Bular had been some very large cargo in the back. As far as anyone knew, Bular was dead. And you never existed.

"You're stewing again." You say, bundling the babe further as they began to slip away into sweet sleep.

"I do not *stew*." Bular snorted, and bent down to nuzzle the side of your face. He was massive in comparison to you, and it was a wonder how the two of you even ended up here in the first place.

Bular let out a chuff, causing some of your stray hairs to tickle your skin. This was what it was like to be the mate of a gumgum. Leaning into his gentle nuzzles you let the babe in your arms sleep while you got comfortable with a little peace and quiet.

It didn't last for long.

Between all his nuzzling and little huffs Bular caught the scent of something that intrigued him. One of your arms instinctively shot back, pushing Bular's face away as he had gotten a little too curious about what your breast milk tasted like.

"That's not for you." You chided, hand still firm on the Troll's face as you pushed him back. Bular's tongue slipped back into his mouth. "It smells sweet." he grunted in reply.

With a sigh you pulled your arm back and settled back into your Troll to get comfortable, "You don't like sweet. You eat cans, and cats and-" "Humans." He replied, and before you could protest you found him dipping back down again.

"Bular!" You squawked in surprise and lifted the baby away while you tried to cover your chest. You really hoped they wouldn't wake from the commotion.

This got a few amused rumbles from Bular and he pulled back again. The troll watched you settle the stirring whelp and how you sighed when they drifted back off to sleep. "You should put the whelp down. It is my turn." he said, his tusks and teeth bared in a mischievous grin.

You give him a light glare, and he laughs.

When you finally do manage put the babe down for a nap in their cradle, Bular is already scooping you up and dragging you into your shared nest.

That's allll folks. I don't know if I'll ever write anymore of these cause I know this fandom was dead before I started watching the series 😂 but I have to get my fanfic fill somehow

#bular the vicious #trollhunters bular #tales of arcadia #fanfiction #fanfic #creative writing #inspired

[az-daniels-yeeter]

Arcadiatober EX #30:

Monster

#azure za raid #arcadiatober ex #arcadiatober2021 #arcadiatober #tales of arcadia #trollhunters #toa #toa trollhunters #toa gunmar #gunmar the skullcrusher #gunmar the black #gunmar #toa bular #bular the butcher #bular the vicious #nomura #toa nomura #toa angor #angor rot #deep jim #my art #fanart #toa fanart

[bastet-c-haddock]

For Everyone reading my Cyberpunk AU and asking "Who's this Neala character?" well, here's your answer:

Neala, the Gumm-Gumm Hound, is my Tales of Arcadia Fan Character. Firstly created in 2018 as I watched Part 3 of Trollhunters and later developed further as Wizards was released.

Her first design was inspired by Draal and Nomura. Though I didn't intent to make a FanChild by that combination, I purely liked Nomura's agile sillouhette and Draal's Spiky body. Of course, at the end, I put my own spin on it and so, Neala was created.

From the start, I knew I wanted them to be a warrior, obviously this fact would make her an outcast, or at least, not a part of Heartstone Trollmarket. For a moment, there was the idea of making them a Changeling, but the idea was scraped once I had a narrative of her role on "Eternal Night"

It started out as a "New Challenger enters the fight" situation, where she would arrive umpropted and ready to face Gunmar and the Gumm-Gumms, but the "Mary Sue" approach was changed for something much more altruistic.

Redemption.

Here, the exhiled Gumm-Gumm train got going.

You can find the first version of her story HERE!

She was "Gunmar's Champion", a loyal fighter adopted and raised by the Skull Crusher as a bloodhound, but once Morgana came into the picture, giving Gunmar the power to make anyone into a mindless slave, Neala fled.

Inspired by Argh! She abandoned Gunmar as well, but instead of refusing to fight, she just fought for centuries in the shadows, helping Troll-kind in places where the Trollhunter wasn't an option, akin to Angor Rot before becoming Morgana's Champion.

Once she knew of the Human Trollhunter, she moved to Arcadia Oaks. Her mission remained the same though, protecting her kin, while also being a hidden support for the newest Trollhunter.

As much as this concept seemed good, it felt a bit...Mary Sue-esque. But at the time, I had no chance of fixing it, nor the vision to see what could be better. So, I let her rest, while still using her as a guiding force on "Dashed Hopes" my Cyberpunk AU. Where she serves as Krel's messenger and spy.

After a while, some ideas started to pop-up in regards to them. How I wanted them to be, their motives, everything. And so, I had a new backstory for them.

She was a Gumm-Gumm commander, pretty much as before, she was raised into a bloodhound by Gunmar. Previously, her personality was pretty neutral. Having some level of consciousness regarding the world outside her home. My reimagining of their personality was making them rough, stronheaded and arrogant. A soldier who knows their value, their skills and their goals, which, of course, align to the ones of their king, who they see as a role model before everything falls.

Once Morgana comes, Neala doesn't fully trust her. She's a human after all, she might be tricking their king into a trap. A suspiscion half way confirmed by the Slaving Ability bestowed into his sword. They challenged the witch, demanding her the truth before Gunmar cut it off and sent Neala to rescue Argamon.

On their way there, they thought of the implication of their king becoming a puppet to a witch. Then and there, they became a ghost, dissappearing into the night, no longer a Gumm-Gumm, but not a Pacifist either. A Renegade who would dismantle human kingdoms and tribes to return what was robbed from their kind.

For centuries, they did it. Becoming a hero for troll kind when Angor Rot became another puppet for the Eldritch Queen. But as Humans became more abundant and poweful, Neala wasn't enough to fight against them. And so, they did the minimum to keep trolls out of human sight to avoid a purge, like Arthur did in their times.

As they knew about Jim, the new Trollhunter, they were ready to hunt him down until they saw him defeat Bular. There, they saw both were on the same team, and so, Neala became a hidden ally.

In regards to their design, I cut their hair down, as well as most of the spikes, since it made their design a bit noisy. Kept their clothes short and mostly form fitting so their sillouhette was agile no matter the version.

To Read their updated story: The War is Coming ~Part 1.

Keep going!

Gumm Gumm territory was always hostile, but it has become more so since the human King started to hunt Troll-kind. Everyone is eager to grab that fleshbag and tear him to pieces, eating him is an option too, but meat is not my kind of meal if I'm being honest. Gunmar must not know though, he already has enough on his claws. War is coming, tensions are growing, and we might not be enough to face Camelot's army. We have to make each of us count on the battlefield when the time comes...

Battle after battle, we've won followers, soldiers, trolls aware of the sacrifices needed to recover what's ours, and still, not all of them join the cause.

Dwuoza has become the sanctuary for those who still want to hide, those who aren't willing to fight against Arthur. Weakness, fear, cowardness, training rips those feeling to shreds, I should know...

I was taken by Gunmar when I was a youngling, my memory of how is really fuzzy, the only thing I remember is my name. "Neala", Champion. Gunmar sticked to it and, from then on, I became his. A warrior, a conqueror with no mercy, just like Bular, his son. Still...it might be giving him to much credit.

Despite us both been raised by him, Bular's always been the one to beg for his father's praises, as if he deserved them. A soldier, and over all, a prince, should know respect is earned. Each time your weapons are weilded against an enemy, is an oportunity to proof your worth and earn respect from your King. Having said that, it's pathetic. Seeing the son of the Skull Crusher begging like a spoiled child is just pathetic. When will he learn his actions speak louder than his words? Hell if I know...

While he goes asking for his father's praises, I stay in camp, training. Handling this blades is no easy task, their iron blades and black stone handles make them a weapon able to be thrown or handled, but the ability required for them is forged by discipline, strength, aim and, not to mention, acrobatics. Those are unusual amongst trolls, just certain kinds can manage such a dynamic fighting style.

My hooves slide through the ground, each choreographed by my instict. I pirouette and jump with my tail as a balancing force against the lightness of my body and the weight of my blades. I spin them by the handle, feeling how my claws click each time the black stone hits them slightly, letting me know I'm in control. The silence of my coordination exercices is broken by steps, heavy and small steps from some group of soldiers.

Once they arrive, I could feel there were three or four cadets who stopped once they saw me on the training ring.

-Good evening, gentlemen- I say before handling my blades properly, ready for anything. -Came for a round?- I ask, confident. A challenge is always good, especially for them.

They start to garbble and mumble trying to decide if fighting me is wise. After all, they have seen me at the battlefield. I can easily face a knight squad and win without a scratch. Some time later, they wield their spears, challenging me -Very well then.- I reply as they sorround me -Better make it quick, I gotta patrol the gate- Cracking my neck before taking a deep breath. Then silence...

3...2...1!

A soldier charges at me, as I avoid, leaning to the side to they can run pass me. With a spin and a help from my blade, I spin swiftly to knock him with a kick of my hoof. As he trips into another soldier, I grab his spear with my tail to block an attack from.a third brute. Quickly, I push the attacker with my body and blades to suddenly turn and throw one, towards the last rookie, making him stop dead on his tracks. At a moments notice, I appear behind him, sweeping him of his feet with a fast sweep of my hoof. Like that, four of them were down -You still need to work on your stands! Focus your weight into your legs to ground yourselves.- some feedback won't hurt them as I pick my weapons and go to the entrance. They grunt as a response -Maybe next time- I reply, leaving the ring with a smile.

-Champion?- a familiar voice comes from behind me, Bular. I turn around and sheith my blades.

-Prince...- I answer, cold but respectful.

-My father asks for your presence. I'll take your place at the gate- he tells me, indiferent, almost a little annoyed. I nod making him believe I didn't notice his disagreement to the order.

Soon, I arrive to my king's throne room. A dark cave with a natural window that lets him know what happens in his domains. It's intimidatimg, no matter how many eons I've spent alongside the Skull Crusher inside this place, a chill still runs through my spine each time I step in here.

-You called for me, your majesty.- I say as I kneel before the black troll in front of me. He has something on his claw, admires it. Looks like some sort of mask. Despite my constant talk about being the Black King's Hound, I'm still outranked. Not only by Bular, the flesh and bone of my lord, but by the tribute brought to him shortly after me: a gray and green brutish creature in Gumm gumm armor, Argamon, the Kruuvera Champion. Who stands right beside him, like a dog waiting for orders.

As of now, I'm the only one who he speaks to.

-Commander...- the lord says to me, in his deep rough voice. It shakes every spike of my body. -I've heard my soldiers understimate your skill...- he questions me, I lower my gaze in annoyance. Though the ones from before knew who they were talking to, others aren't as wise.

-When they arrive, they tend to mock me. But they learn what is best for them in no time.- I answer, secure with a light growl. My arrogance made me stand from other soldiers, since it has pushed me to be smarter, more skillful and cunning than the rest. Some may say I am a weaker image of my lord, a shadow of his grandeur, but not one as dark as Bular is.

-I see...- he turns around and throws me the mask he was looking at. I catch it in the air, handling it so I can see it too. It resembles those often wore by the rest of the army. Dark with green highlights at the edge of each twisted horn, but this one, aside from its smaller scale, had no muzzle and no backside.

-My lord?- I ask, confused. It is small for his size, it would barely fit me. Made of black metal, yet hollow and light. Given how rough our troops were while fighting, I think this little mask won't stand a chance once push comes to shove. I look back at my King, expecting his reply.

-My son is my living image, he commands where he stands. The Butcher, the humans call him. Just the mention of him can make a batallion tremble.- growls in victory as he comes closer, speaking seriously, looking at me with his cold and lonely eye. -Argamon is our tank, a moving fortress with no fear. On any battlefield, his strength is our weapon.- signaling the brute, now behind him, as it responds to the words spoken about him with pride. -You are my top commander, my bloodhound, fierce and loyal. A lethal assassin.- even though his voice is severe, he speaks with a certain fondness. -Your presence, reputation and that helmet should make them quiver and hear your every command.- growling in triumph as I look at the metal at my claws once more. Thoughtful.

-Wear it, and you'll be my general in the war to come.- His growls become threatening. Refering to the Human King with rage and thirst for violence. But what he says, makes me jump as I realize...

Finally Arthur drew the last straw. The war is coming.

Years of tensions, of disgrace and lies have come to a climax. The time has come to reclaim what is ours...

Looking back to my lord, I nod and put on the mask, it sits on my actual horns, letting me see while darkening my gaze. I unsheith my blade, trying to look at my reflection, despite the carving at the spine of the weapon at my claw. Now, I look like one of them. Humans may think of me as a demon, and I would let them think so. I'll rip their lives to shreds until darkness consumes them, as we rise to victory.

I Look once more at my majesty's eye, he nods lightly, approving my decision. A moment later, he asks me to stay there to see Argamon train, he'll need that, more now than ever.

Some hours run by, the sparring continues when, suddenly, a messenger comes with some news from the Gate.

Bular has been captured by the King's men.

To be Continued...

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