It was a dark cold winter night on Alternia. The chilly wind blew in soft short currents. Few trolls were out due to the cold weather. There in a dark dirty alley was a small little worn down box. And in the box was a young barley pupilated blue blood wiggler. He had shoulder length back silky hair although it was dirty sweaty and oily due to a lack of showers. He had a arrow shaped horn the other was broken in half. A mean troll had broke it when he was still a grub. He had dirty sweaty dark gray skin that was a sickly pale due to being sick. He had broken shades a too big for him black muscle shirt with his sign in his blood color on it and some gray shorts with high socks. He had a tattered blue blanket and a broken grub bottle of muscle beast juice. His wide gray eyes with blue bags looked out at the world tiredly. He looked at the sky and saw Alternia's suns starting to rise. Time for some muscle beast juice and time to sleep. He curled on his back and held to big bottle with his little hands and feet and sucked some of the liquid before burping softly placing the bottle down and curled under his blanket and prayed to Gog to be found and given a home soon before crying himself to sleep
