The forest was dark. Too dark, as the moon stared down to the corrupted realm with vigilance. For even the stars in the sky knew and remembered the monster which grew darker and darker within the Draconi forest within Adela. The night was quiet, for there was danger all around. The animals were still, the bugs quiet. The birds mute with their songs and instead, replaced them with quick breaths, singing the song of fear during this time. For now, now a creature of the wild, a mockery of it at least, now took refuge in this forest, and continued to claim all of it.
Under the moon, within the forest, a mighty bright light could be seen. Now, although this was a raging fire, it only gave so much light in this dark land. For the fog was thick, and black, and even then the light could only hold back so much corruption this dark magic had upon the air. The grass rotted with evil, the leaves upon the trees plagued with this color. Black consumed all. All except the creatures within the forest, most of them, at that. Back to the light, which roared mightily in the forest.
It continued to wander, slowly, but it wandered. Carried would be a more accurate term, as the towering creature wandered the forest with much weariness. Maggle'Fog, The Barbaric. A title given by the hunters who escaped his wrath, for all they understood about the troll was its burning passion to end the Hunt. Maggle'Fog, the Forest Warden, however, was another name some would know him by. And that was what Maggle'Fog preferred, for this was a name given to him by someone else who favored the wild. But not in a case like this.
A torch. The light, that is. A massive tree, uprooted so that the roots would be coated with cloth and tar as it burned ever brightly in the pitch black night. Maggle'Fog's head stared out as far as the torch did, his eyes hidden behind a few strains of hair and his gigantic nose. Truly, at least physically, a despicable character, to those who would judge instantly. But that didn't matter at this moment, for there was much else to pay attention to than this lonely troll's face.
Around him his hounds followed, jaws parted, revealing their jagged, mighty teeth. And of course, Zeesh'Nog, who was the largest of the three, wandered behind Maggle'Fog's feet, his tongue dragging along the black grass in an attempt to taste the strange color. Suddenly, Maggle'Fog would've halted, looking back with a barking grunt coming from him. Silent, but enough to make his pet whince, as he realized once more that his master did not appreciate the attempt to take in such dark characteristics in this haunted place. The others continued to walk slowly forward, noses to the ground as they kept their master's perimeter safe, as this was not a safe forest anymore.
And so from there would Maggle'Fog worry about the others. If they would come. His eyes continued to gaze through the darkness, as far as they could, worried that the others wouldn't bare courage as easily as he himself did. For not that many in this world anymore cared for the woods as much as trolls did. His nose pointed to the air, where he took in a few whiffs of his own. Here was where they promised to meet up. Promised, "agreed", to meet up. With that, Maggle'Fog let out a silent grunt, staking the torch into the ground.
From there, his hammer rested upon the ground, hilt straight upwards as he slumped down, with one of his pups crawling onto his lap. Petting the dog was a form of great comfort for the troll. In fact, not many people recognized the anxiety that Maggle'Fog bared because of such dogs. And at this time, he could take all the cuddling time he could get from his pets, especially with what lurked deep within the dark. And so he would focus upon his pup, a small smile upon his face as he hummed gently, the dog resting its head upon the troll's lap, whining slightly as it sensed the discomfort that Maggle'Fog carried.
The forest had been corrupt for a long time. A month, to be exact, which poured fear through all of the creatures in the Draconi forest. For many lost hope in this plague. Many knew of the power deep within the forest, and even more considered this their fate. But not Maggle'Fog. No, not for a moment had he thought this was the end of his home. There was too much he had seen in his life, too many powerful figures who cared about this land, to have him imagine none would rise to this cause. But either way, it would be a lie to say he was confident in destroying this creature. And so he would wait there, feet spread apart and breaths quiet and spaced out, with a gaze into the dark every now and then, expecting both friend and foe.
