You who tell the story!
The Protector of SoulsYou who tell the story!
The Protector of SoulsYou who tell the story!
You are a troll! Even though you are a small larva, and without even having a lusus to take care of you, your "mother" leaves you in front of Karkat's hive, while he was having a 'party' among friends. Your blood color is (choose desired color) and your horns are (choose desired shape), look on the bright side! You, for some reason, have wings like angels.
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