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He had naught a clue where he was going or how far he had traveled. His only focus was keeping one foot step continuing after the last. His pace had been reduced to a stumbling walk after he had spent unmeasured time running full speed. He was exhausted, his whole body screaming at him to stop and rest, but every time he complied, her face, those memories would surface again, forcing him on once more. He simply didn’t want to think any further.

He blanked for a bit, must have passed out for a second, before he finally stopped to take in his surroundings. If he could feel anything beyond the pain and exhaustion in himself, he’d feel concerned at the unfamiliarity of the land. He’d left desert and rocky hills behind for sparse forest. The lighting suggested it to be around noon and the weather was pleasant. Exactly how long had he been on the move?Tired beyond compare, he selected a tree and collapsed under it, succumbing to slumber. It was not a peaceful one, memories from the last few months dragged up feelings of guilt, anger, and sorrow. He woke with only his body partially relieved; it was enough to get him on the move again.

He wandered without aim or care; he ate little and slept in spurts, not wanting to remain in the same area for too long. Else invoke his troubled thoughts. He was unaware of neither his own health nor the passage of time, but both took a heavy toll on him. His spines grew dull in color; fur covered in dirt and sticking up oddly, paws sore and cracked, eyes staring out at nothing while crust encased the edges. He was both outward and inward a shadow of his former self; not even his tamer would recognize him now.

He had stopped by a small river, now only realizing his great thirst. As he lapped up the cool water, his nose caught scent of something odd but very familiar. It was Critiquill, male, with an undertone to his scent he couldn’t quite identify. He was drawn to it, curiosity taken by the thought of meeting another of his kind. Through the fog in his mind, a very old memory dragged to the surface, a memory from his cub years. He remembered the promise he made to his brothers, that the three of them would form a band and travel together. That was before he had been exiled by his father, leaving home well before his littermates, his brothers more resinded to stay and grow further before setting off. Perhaps he could find this other male and travel with him, Critiquills would join up for companionship, males forming small bachelor prides in their youths. It could be the chance he needed at a second life, a new start.

He followed the scent, noting it was still fresh and resolved to find its source. However, as he raced about, looking for the source he noticed other scents mixed with it, other trolls. Again there was something familiar but blockade in his mind kept stopping him from identifying them. The trail was intermixed with these other scents and he found it hard after a while to find the true source again. He raced back and forth in agitation, not paying attention to where he was going. He didn’t notice the sharp incline in the hill until he tripped over a root and fell down it. He rolled and tumbled for several minutes before he slid to the bottom, lying on his side. He felt several cuts and scrapes along his body but no desire to tend to them. He was tired, so very tired and wanted nothing more then to sleep. Caring not what followed after, he slid into unconsciousness.

~*~

A black Critiquill shuffled through the underbrush, nosing the scent markers left there to make sure they hadn’t been crossed. But it seemed they had. He sighed in annoyance, noting he’d likely have to stay out longer to see the perpetrator sent running. He had a long day of sparring and didn’t feel like tracking down a wild interloper.In sniffed about some more, finding the source and taken aback when he identified it as one of his kind. He pondered sending up the alarm to his teammates and tamer but he was curious: something about the scent didn’t seem threatening. He started to follow the trail and was surprised to find this Critiquill had been tracking him. But why?

His scent zigzagged around as the troll seemed to be disoriented, he could also smell that they weren’t in the best health. Great, he’d end up fighting a deranged, sick Critiquill, just what he needed. At the end of the trail was a deep incline of a hill, dirt covered with branches and rocks. The troll was at the bottom, unmoving. Cautiously, he made his way down, sliding slightly and imagining how painful a fall like that was. Up close, he could tell that the troll was out like a light, which made it easier to analyze. He was emaciated and filthy, obviously this troll was on its last legs. Yet when he sniffed him, he could tell he was young, in his prime even, with no scent of disease. What could lead this troll to fall when he was supposed to be at his pinnacle?

He heard a call from above, recognizing his tamer. He called out, waiting for her to find him. She appeared at the edge, peering down curiously at what her troll had found.“What you got there?” She called.

“Critiquill, he looks to be in bad shape but he might recover if given some good TLC.” He noted how his tamers eyes sparkled; no doubt she was pondering the ideals of having a second Critiquill for the team.“Help me down, I want a better look at him.” He leapt up onto the cliff edge with ease, gently lifting her with pronged tail before making the decent again. She approached the foreign Critiquill with the same caution he’d displayed. But he showed no such reservations, which assured her to reach out and touch him.

“Hmm.” She poked and prodded at the troll, her eyes now betraying confusion. She acted as if she recognized the Critiquill, which was very odd to him. But when she opened his eyes, revealing mucus covered orange orbs; she suddenly took in a breath. She stepped back several steps in alarm, looking the foreigner over with shocked realization. It was at this moment the tamer called Luna finally recognized the Critiquill.“Oh my gosh, Server!”
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Totally didn't get the title from Avatar with "Zuko Alone" and "Korra Alone", why would you even think that?
So Server isn't looking too hot, hopefully Luna can give him some good TLC.
But were is Kyon in all this?

Original concepts and trolls © Yenzig
Kervanos and Luna © LunaSheWolf
Artwork and Server © Me
Please do not use in any way, shape or form without proper consent from me and without using proper referencing. Thank you.

Description

He had naught a clue where he was going or how far he had traveled. His only focus was keeping one foot step continuing after the last. His pace had been reduced to a stumbling walk after he had spent unmeasured time running full speed. He was exhausted, his whole body screaming at him to stop and rest, but every time he complied, her face, those memories would surface again, forcing him on once more. He simply didn’t want to think any further.

He blanked for a bit, must have passed out for a second, before he finally stopped to take in his surroundings. If he could feel anything beyond the pain and exhaustion in himself, he’d feel concerned at the unfamiliarity of the land. He’d left desert and rocky hills behind for sparse forest. The lighting suggested it to be around noon and the weather was pleasant. Exactly how long had he been on the move?Tired beyond compare, he selected a tree and collapsed under it, succumbing to slumber. It was not a peaceful one, memories from the last few months dragged up feelings of guilt, anger, and sorrow. He woke with only his body partially relieved; it was enough to get him on the move again.

He wandered without aim or care; he ate little and slept in spurts, not wanting to remain in the same area for too long. Else invoke his troubled thoughts. He was unaware of neither his own health nor the passage of time, but both took a heavy toll on him. His spines grew dull in color; fur covered in dirt and sticking up oddly, paws sore and cracked, eyes staring out at nothing while crust encased the edges. He was both outward and inward a shadow of his former self; not even his tamer would recognize him now.

He had stopped by a small river, now only realizing his great thirst. As he lapped up the cool water, his nose caught scent of something odd but very familiar. It was Critiquill, male, with an undertone to his scent he couldn’t quite identify. He was drawn to it, curiosity taken by the thought of meeting another of his kind. Through the fog in his mind, a very old memory dragged to the surface, a memory from his cub years. He remembered the promise he made to his brothers, that the three of them would form a band and travel together. That was before he had been exiled by his father, leaving home well before his littermates, his brothers more resinded to stay and grow further before setting off. Perhaps he could find this other male and travel with him, Critiquills would join up for companionship, males forming small bachelor prides in their youths. It could be the chance he needed at a second life, a new start.

He followed the scent, noting it was still fresh and resolved to find its source. However, as he raced about, looking for the source he noticed other scents mixed with it, other trolls. Again there was something familiar but blockade in his mind kept stopping him from identifying them. The trail was intermixed with these other scents and he found it hard after a while to find the true source again. He raced back and forth in agitation, not paying attention to where he was going. He didn’t notice the sharp incline in the hill until he tripped over a root and fell down it. He rolled and tumbled for several minutes before he slid to the bottom, lying on his side. He felt several cuts and scrapes along his body but no desire to tend to them. He was tired, so very tired and wanted nothing more then to sleep. Caring not what followed after, he slid into unconsciousness.

~*~

A black Critiquill shuffled through the underbrush, nosing the scent markers left there to make sure they hadn’t been crossed. But it seemed they had. He sighed in annoyance, noting he’d likely have to stay out longer to see the perpetrator sent running. He had a long day of sparring and didn’t feel like tracking down a wild interloper.In sniffed about some more, finding the source and taken aback when he identified it as one of his kind. He pondered sending up the alarm to his teammates and tamer but he was curious: something about the scent didn’t seem threatening. He started to follow the trail and was surprised to find this Critiquill had been tracking him. But why?

His scent zigzagged around as the troll seemed to be disoriented, he could also smell that they weren’t in the best health. Great, he’d end up fighting a deranged, sick Critiquill, just what he needed. At the end of the trail was a deep incline of a hill, dirt covered with branches and rocks. The troll was at the bottom, unmoving. Cautiously, he made his way down, sliding slightly and imagining how painful a fall like that was. Up close, he could tell that the troll was out like a light, which made it easier to analyze. He was emaciated and filthy, obviously this troll was on its last legs. Yet when he sniffed him, he could tell he was young, in his prime even, with no scent of disease. What could lead this troll to fall when he was supposed to be at his pinnacle?

He heard a call from above, recognizing his tamer. He called out, waiting for her to find him. She appeared at the edge, peering down curiously at what her troll had found.“What you got there?” She called.

“Critiquill, he looks to be in bad shape but he might recover if given some good TLC.” He noted how his tamers eyes sparkled; no doubt she was pondering the ideals of having a second Critiquill for the team.“Help me down, I want a better look at him.” He leapt up onto the cliff edge with ease, gently lifting her with pronged tail before making the decent again. She approached the foreign Critiquill with the same caution he’d displayed. But he showed no such reservations, which assured her to reach out and touch him.

“Hmm.” She poked and prodded at the troll, her eyes now betraying confusion. She acted as if she recognized the Critiquill, which was very odd to him. But when she opened his eyes, revealing mucus covered orange orbs; she suddenly took in a breath. She stepped back several steps in alarm, looking the foreigner over with shocked realization. It was at this moment the tamer called Luna finally recognized the Critiquill.“Oh my gosh, Server!”
___________________________

Totally didn't get the title from Avatar with "Zuko Alone" and "Korra Alone", why would you even think that?
So Server isn't looking too hot, hopefully Luna can give him some good TLC.
But were is Kyon in all this?

Original concepts and trolls © Yenzig
Kervanos and Luna © LunaSheWolf
Artwork and Server © Me
Please do not use in any way, shape or form without proper consent from me and without using proper referencing. Thank you.