Literature
A Ram Loves A Dragon
The maroon blood walked along the road cautiously, always searching for signs of danger. Danger that could be in the form of humans, Trolls, or the walking undead.
Aradia, the maroon blooded Troll, felt terribly lonely. She missed her friends, her enemies, her moirail and her flush crush. She missed Tavros, he had been the best moirail she could have asked for, and she missed Terezi, her flush crush that hadn't even known Aradia liked her.
A noise interrupted Aradia's musing. Aradia got out her whip, which she always kept attached to her hip, and waited for the noise to come further. It didn't take long for a figure to stumble out