A/N: Not gonna lie, I struggled with this one. Either in trying to find the time to finish it, to fighting my own procrastination, and even in trying to get the words out correctly. But hopefully it's not too bad and you guys enjoy it anyway. 😬
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Helmet blew the hot, smoked filled air from his lungs. The dark, gray clouds gathering at his face with each breath he took. Before a wayward wind dragged them away and out into the opened lit area, right outside of the underpass. An act he clearly wasn't grateful for as he pounded his thick green fist into the ground below his calloused feet.
He had just joined the Yoosun clan, one of the four major waring tribes of the Yeongdeungpo region, and he had yet to prove himself. And if that wasn't bad enough, Yoosun was lead by none other than Jimmy the Prideful. A vicious chieftain, who ruled with bloodied fist, and who expected results and obedience without question.
Helmet knew better than to return to his clan empty handed. Not only because of the ridicule he would face from his fellow kin, but because of the severe punishment he would receive. And he knew from past experience that his Prideful chief never held back his punches, especially if he had an eager audience watching. Which he always did.
Helmet's claw touched at his crooked nose in painful memory, as another billow of smoky air escaped his lungs. He pounded the ground again in agitation. Why had he been the one tasked with bringing Ben from the Eunjang clan back? As if it was that easy. Everyone in the surrounding areas knew how much of a berserker Ben was. Plus there were far stronger trolls and orcs in Yoosun, that were much more capable than himself. Even though he would never admit that part out loud.
But at least he was lucky in receiving some inside intel from Phillip the Greedy, that Ben was known to frequent this specific underpass often. So all he had to do now was wait, and try to ambush him before he caught on that he was there.
So Helmet once again crept into the shadows of the underpass. And even though the brick structure wasn't like the rock and wooden bridges he used to frequent in the countryside, it still provided plenty of shadows and spots for a troll like him to hide in.
God he hated the city, and the new ordinances that tried to enforce all creatures to behave more civilized. And he hated even more that all of the Yeongdeungpo chieftains had agreed to such a shit treaty. Long gone were the days were he could rip a helpless creatures limb from limb before gobbling them up. And of course, after that came the peace and the beginnings of tall buildings, paved roads, and even damn street lights to light up the night. Fuck! He hated it soo much he could just spit out fire, he thought to himself as another cloud of smoke escaped his lips, and he was about to do just that when he heard some clippity clacks of an approaching creature.
Helmet swallowed up his heat and hid from sight. Waiting until he seen a very skidish faun approaching, and stoping right at the underpass entrance. As if debating whether to proceed or not.
Helmet smiled to himself. The new ordinances could keep him from eating up any small creatures, but it definitely couldn't stop him from tormenting them.
So he took a step out of the shadows and called out just as the Faun made eye contact with him. "Hey you! Lil bitch over there!" he yelled out. "Dont run! Don't you dare run."
The Faun froze and Helmet's smile grew wider "Bring your goofy ass over here." he called out with a hand wave.
The Faun hesitated long enough for Helmet to reach an arm out and grab him by the shirt collar. He grimaced at the touch of the cloth. "Geez how do you guys even tolerate this stuff?" he questioned more to himself than to the faun in his grip.
