White-blooded

the lowest of the low

Hetuna woke up with a stretch, multiple bones cracking as he stood up from his little spot in the corner of his cave. He groaned, in a weird monotone, that had no real voice. Why you ask? Well Hetuna is a white-blood, lowest blood in the hemospectrum. This isn't the real reason, but he guesses he could tell you. The very few white-bloods recorded were masters of mimicry, especially voice mimicry, however the ability they were famous for renders them voiceless. Literally, they can mouth words, but they can't speak, unless they steal someone else's voice. With steal meaning mimic. Don't get any ideas. He jumped as his laptop pinged, signaling a message from trollian. He opened his laptop and looked at the message sent, it was from aradia, the only troll aware of his existence. ApocalypseArisen has began trolling CrowsHorror. AA:hey hetuna are you 0pen t0day? CH: *he shrugs*. AA:i wish y0u w0uld just type w0rds. CH:* he shakes his head in refusal*. AA:fine. meet me at the ruins, like usual. CH: *he gives a thumbs up*. CrowsHorror has ceased trolling ApocalypseArisen. Hetuna closed his laptop with a click, he wore his white T-shirt with a scorpitarrius symbol on it, and a pair of khaki jeans. His shoes were just a pair of white "vans" he found in the cave he resided in. He didn't even know what vans were, but they were shoes, so he wore them. He walked out of his cave towards the ruins, his shoes making light patters on the rocks he walked upon. It was ten minutes before he saw the ruins in the distance. It took another five to actually get there. He looked up at the top, wondering how he was to get up there. "Wondering how to get up there Hetuna?" Hetuna spun around and nearly hooked Aradia, before he stopped himself. He sent a mild glare her way, to let her know he wasnt happy with being snuck up on. "Sorry, I just saw the opportunity." She flew upwards bringing him with her, he didnt question how she did this, so he just went with it. She however, DID NOT explain their would be more people there. He saw a short one with nubby horns, a tall one with...goat horns...? And another one with straight points outwards for horns looking at aradia expectantly. Hetuna immediately started thrashing when he saw the goat horns, horns like that screamed highblood. The last highblood he met treated him like all others would, with trying to cull him. Aradia shushed him, at least tried to, when he realized he was being watched he stared at her with a betrayed look in his eyes. They had only one condition on meet ups like this. No one but them. This was...scary to him. He's only seen three other people before, himself, aradia, and a troll with cat-like horns and a blue tail. "Who is that fuckass?" Hetuna stopped when he heard the short one talk, the short one took notice and looked right at him "What? Keep thrashing it tickled my absurdity palate!" Hetuna just smiled mischievously, then spoke in the short ones voice "Oh shut the fuck up shorty, we all know you're trying to compensate!" The short one was shocked at HIS voice speaking back, he was expecting a different one. "Now now , play nice mothafuckahs." Hetuna took his voice now "Oooh, never had a highblood voice before, it feels nice. To bad they're all asses." He sneered, causing the highblood to growl "Listen here you shitblood, you're going to respect me!" "And if I don't?" "Then I'll fucking cull your ass!" Hetuna just laughed, the pointy horned one finally spoke, noticeably nicer also "Guys stop being mean, he's obviously scared" hetuna, didn't steal her voice this time, he just nodded. Aradia sat him down on the head of the frog ruin, landing next to him. In the highblood voice he said "My name is Hetuna Luwaii."