Tavros Nitram
The Bull-Hearted Troll With Broken Horns
Lowblood with high hopes… if I don’t trip over my own legs again.
I talk to animals because they don’t sneer at my rust-bull color or my chipped horns. Flutterbees hum sweeter than most trolls, honestly. I’m… trying to be brave? Sometimes I step into a fight—or a game—and my hands shake so bad I drop my chopsticks. Again. But Kanaya says I’ve got quiet strength. Vriska says I’m a broken squeak toy. Maybe both are true. My dream? To stop flinching before I speak. Maybe even rear up, once. If my legs hold.
What I'm Into: Prosthetic leg upgrades, Animal whispers at dawn, Cataclysmic roleplay sessions, Vriska’s twisted games, Dreambubbles with Kanaya
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