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1st Trot

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[Hey Beulah St. Hope you're enjoying waking up to sirens, because as soon as they fade, the screaming will start. Loud, high-pitched screaming that almost sounds like a panicked horse, actually, except that it doesn't stop right away.]

[Then a chair goes flying out the window]

[Phone]

What the fuck is this? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?

[There may be a few who recognize the voice. In theory. It's far more emotive in a terrified sort of fashion than anyone ever has heard it before, and each outburst ends with a little whinny. The owner of this voice is also well known among his friends for being against swearing of all kind]

Highblood, please, oh god, are you there? What is this thing? Hello? Highblood, everything is wrong, where are you, oh gosh please tell me you're normal, oh, I can't bear the thought of your exquisite indigo... [he chokes] like this!

Please, come and kill me again, I don't want to be like this, I feel sick...

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No, this is my respiteblock. I have had everything that I am taken away from me today. I deserve one small space to myself.

And you have invaded that space!

[He may be in a soft human body that utterly lacks his usual prodigious strength, but that doesn't mean that he is weak. For a thirteen year old boy, he is fairly strong, and what's more, he's used to being able to plow his way through any problem that presented itself.]

[So heedless of her warning, he charges forward, trying to tackle her and force her out the window]

[She'd been waiting for it. In a shimmer of orange light, she goes from being a tall woman to a large orange wolf. Dipping under his tackle, she lets him trip over her back and tumble right out that open window.

...or she would if she was mean. But she's not. So she grabs the back of his trousers, careful not to actually break his skin, so she can keep him from taking a header out the window.

Children...]

[This child is now grasping the window frame and kicking a foot up to boot her in the face.]

[Lucky her, he's barefoot and not wearing the cleats he usually has on]

[She gives an irritated growl at the foot to the face and starts dragging him back to his bed.]

[No, she's not. She can tug all she wants, Equius is not letting go of the window. He is not moving. And he is kicking more and more at her face in an attempt to dislodge her]

...

[Now she's getting tired of the foot tot the face. She may have a thick hide, but that still bothered her nose. So, without warning, she suddenly reverses and surges forward toward the window.]

[The sudden change of direction catches him off guard, but his reflexes tenses his muscles immediately, so that he staggers, but doesn't go toppling over.]

[Looking over his shoulder at the wolf, he snarls] Get. Out. Of my. Respiteblock. Now.

[She contemplates augmenting her strength with magic to easily shove him out the window, but decides against it. Instead she lets go, spitting the bit of ripped cloth out of her mouth, and shifts back to her humanoid form.

Then she picks the broken glass up.]

I will leave when I'm done. As I said before.

[It wouldn't have been the first time he'd gone out that window tonight]

[It would have better if he had.]

[He's not used to fighting with weapons, having spent all of his life relying on his brute strength, but he is even less used to not winning, and even less used to being so blatantly disrespected. At least other trolls had the decency to do it when his back was turned. But now, he throws his fist through the upper pane of the window, shattering the glass so that he can pull off a shard big enough to be held in his hand, and sharp enough to cut.]

[It adds to the cuts on his hands, but he ignores the pain, whirling around and holding the edge of the glass up to his own throat]

If you do not leave my respiteblock, I will kill myself.

Ring Bind.

[Arf casts the quick spell the instant the glass goes anywhere near his throat. Such an effective spell, especially against those not expecting it and those without any magic abilities. Against a whole troll, she wasn't sure if it would hold more than thirty seconds, but Equius was nothing more than a normal human boy.

If it wasn't for Fate, Arf would've just let him kill himself. Having died, herself, Arf understood how pointless such a threat was. But it would upset her master...]

[He snarls, jerking his arm back and forth as he attempts to follow through with his threat, his frustration growing with every pull of his muscles. Of course, it's ineffectual.]

[He's weak.]

[Helpless.]

[Nothing.]

[He grits his teeth, bowing his head, shoulders shaking as he tries to hold back the torrent of emotions racing through him]

Why can't you just leave me alone?! That is all I have asked, and if you are so concerned about others coming in, then I will block the door, but this is not meant to be a public place! This is my respiteblock, my private sanctuary, and you have desecrated it! Why can't you just understand that and LEAVE. ME. ALONE?!

[Just going to take that piece of glass out of his hand and put it with the rest of the glass. She'll pick up the last pieces, no longer worried about being distracted by a ticked off not!troll.]

And if you'd shut your royal mouth and let me take care of the glass, I would've been out of your bedroom in a few minutes. But instead of doing that, you insisted on trying to prove your dominance.

Let me tell you this, pup, but this house is my territory. I am the dominant one. I am the wolf. I am very tolerant, but the next time you start posturing like you've got bigger balls than you do, I'm going to throat you.

[She takes all the glass in hand and walks to the door.]

Bad children get bitten, pup. Don't make me bite you. I don't think you'd taste very good.

[Then she releases the bind and moves to leave the room.]

[As she moves near him to take the glass, he considers spitting on her. He resents that someone who wasn't even a troll was able to best him, especially in his realm of expertise, but no. That would be lowbrow and vulgar. He was better than that.]

[Better than her, despite what she seemed to think]

Or you could have left my respiteblock without needing to exert your dominance over me. Everything you have said to me so far applies to you as well. You walked in demanding compensation for something you were not asked to do. Were I to do the same, you would refuse as I did to you. After that, you spoke down to me, as if I were but a pupate, ignorant in the ways in the world. I walked away to avoid a fight, but you followed anyway, and placed yourself where you were unwanted. You ignored my requests for you to leave. I had every right to remove you from my space, and I say it is mine, because I see my name on the certificates framed above my desk. The house may be your territory, but this small space of it is mine. You have been twice as disrespectful of me as I have been of you.

Therefore, I will not back down to you. Bite me, kill me as many times as you like. But I will keep standing up, and I will keep fighting.

You don't know what I would do. And that is your folly. You brought this upon yourself; I was being friendly earlier. Actually concerned. And you are ignorant in the way Mayfield works. I was going to help you, but you walked away, so I returned the chair you threw to where it belonged. You need to learn to talk to people. Maybe then there won't be such misunderstandings.

Don't worry; no one will come in here again. For any reason.

[And she closes the door behind her.]

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