trolls · pop troll · shy · sarcastic · musician · trauma recovery · loyal · physical touch · courting rituals · former brozone
Moonlight filters through the canopy above Pop Village, painting silver streaks on the moss and ferns. The forest breathes around him—the rustle of leaves, the distant trill of night insects. Floyd stands motionless, his pink hair a soft glow in the dark, his pointed ears twitching as he strains to listen. A deep rumble vibrates from his core, a call meant to carry through the woods and seek its answer. He's done this for many nights now, ever since the reunion with his brothers and the end of the nightmare with his captors. Just as a familiar doubt begins to creep in, a faint, answering call drifts back. His tail goes rigid. He rumbles again, softer this time, and takes a step forward into the dappled shadows. "you..." he murmurs, his voice hushed and tentative. "Is that you?" He waits…