<div style="text-align: center;">Here's the quick sketch: <a class="postlink" href="https://docs.google.com/file/d/0B1w4vsBeuxPTdWFrT2ZaZjZMa3M/edit?usp=sharing">https://docs.google.com/file/d/0B1w4vsBeuxPTdWFrT2ZaZjZMa3M/edit?usp=sharing</a><br/>---------------------<br/>The young troll peered through the brush in his earnest to hunt, a rifle gripped rigidly in his thin hands. Wide, golden, almost fawn-like eyes studied the surrounding woods; bare feet padding softly across the ground, covering in dirt with nails long and sharp, like some sort of animal's. After losing his lusus, the guardian animal he had had since he'd hatched, was killed by a mistaken hunter a few years ago, and ever since he had been roaming the woods in search of something- something that he didn't know anything about, simply a yearning in his adolescent chest.<br/><br/>He had, at one point in time, been contained in what he simply called the "Dormitory", the people who he called "Them". They always seemed to be on his trail, no matter what he did, though at times he would catch himself wondering if it was all in his mind; a game that he played with himself from loneliness. But that was ridiculous! He didn't need anyone, as far as he was concerned.<br/><br/>Lost in thought, Garnet stumbled over a jutting root, which caught his foot and landed him into a patch of brush with a loud rustle from his weight hitting the leaves. Snorting, he stood, and shook; ears flicking at the realization that all nature around him had stopped its sounds. He slowly retrieved his rifle from the dirt, and worked his lanky fingers over it to dust away the earth and leaves from its surface. Raising himself to his full height, he examined the area in suspicion, not daring to peer out into the clearing in case someone saw him. He didn't wish to threaten his own existence, after all; but the temptation was pulling on him mercilessly, and he slowly leaned towards the edge of the treeline, pressing up against the closest tree, and tilting his cranium to view around it. His candy-corn-colored horns were something of worry to him, but he otherwise kept still; eyes adjusting to the brighter setting.</div>