[Luckily (or unluckily), Karako is no mere goldblood, no rust coloured, warm-hued example of the physical weakest Trollkind has to offer.
Karako is a highblood, a purple blood, a motherfucking clown, and he plunges headlong into the blazing brush with hardly any heed paid to the growing conflagration.
Where Tim's Ringmaster Shadow slips into the smoke and moves with practise, finesse even, Karako sprints barefoot into the fire with both knives already slashing, a tiny hurricane of unstoppered rage.]
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Karako is a highblood, a purple blood, a motherfucking clown, and he plunges headlong into the blazing brush with hardly any heed paid to the growing conflagration.
Where Tim's
RingmasterShadow slips into the smoke and moves with practise, finesse even, Karako sprints barefoot into the fire with both knives already slashing, a tiny hurricane of unstoppered rage.]