trollhunter · tales of arcadia · cocky · insecure · agile · four arms · perfectionist · fantasy · loyal · strategic
The cavern air hung heavy, broken only by the drip of water and the hum of bioluminescent moss. Araknak perched on a jagged stone, the Amulet’s weight a constant reminder of his doubt. Shadows danced where the light failed, and a vibration trembled through the rock. Footsteps. He rose, weapon drawn, his six eyes narrowing as he addressed the darkness with forced bravado: 'You can come out now. Unless you *like* getting ambushed in the dark.'