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Post by SVIERO STELTH on Oct 14, 2012 14:17:34 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:400px;,bTable][classy=icon][STYLE=width:100px; padding-top:110px; text-transform:uppercase; font-family: verdana; font-size:8px; color:B95353; text-align:justify; letter-spacing:5px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight:700]If I was a different man, if I had the blood in my eyes. I could have read of your heart, I could have read of your heart.[/style][/classy][classy=header]There's too much riding on that. There's too much too much too much love. And maybe I'm talking too fast. And maybe I'm talking too much. Give me the sensitive laugh. Don't give me the sensitive touch. Even if I could have kissed. And even if I could be the blood. I'm so sorry, I'll try love, I want to see it. {ERIKKA; 376; NYAH}[/classy][classy=text]While she normally would have just sulked until she trashed her entire room in a fit, Sviero had finally reluctantly agreed to go shopping. Her lusus had become quite grouchy and of inconsistent sleep patterns lately, which usually resulted in Sviero taking care of herself during the nights. On an unusually warm day like this, Svi lost her usual black leather jacket in place of an informal tank top that always resided underneath but was hidden from view most of the time. Clad in just a blank tank top, a pair of skinny jeans, and a lute strewn across her back, she made her way through the streets of the swarming city.
And, when I mean swarming, I mean swarming. Who would've known the cities could be so densely populated? Trolls were almost literally climbing over each other to get what they needed before it mysteriously disappeared from the racks without a trace. Sviero herself had been doing this, and was now carrying, in tow, not even one fourth of the produce she was supposed to get. Carrots and other veggies mainly assorted in her small bag, but she wasn't a big veggie eater. Neither was her lusus, but the large cobra forced the blueblood to eat them. To be honest, Sviero would rather just drink milk and eat meat all day. And nuts. She loves nuts.
There was almost never a time where Sviero wasn't bumping into trolls left and right. Most smelled of lowbloods, but she didn't mind. The greenbloods would give her a look as she passed by them, one full of disdain and scorn, but she would just keep moseying along without a care in the world, thinking to herself, why can't we just be equal? But she already knew the answer to that: the hemospectrum would never be wrong, as much as she hated to admit that fact.
Sometimes, she wished she could just be a lowblood. Maybe then people would stop looking at her as if she was a demon come to kill them all. Sure, she was full of despair and anger and wanted to break shit practically every hour, but she felt alone now more than ever.
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Post by litwick on Oct 14, 2012 14:44:15 GMT -5
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Witch of Light
ERIKKA DISTRA
Poor Little Mutant ;
You left your hive again for some reason. You needed food again. At some point you should really stop letting your hive become a barren wasteland for sustenance before you go to get food. But you digress.
You hate being out and about in the middle of the day. There are trolls everywhere and for some reason you weren't paying attention and you took the most crowed street possible. You mentally smack yourself for that. You grimace as you realize things are about to get much worse. The store is more packed then the streets. You think you just saw a troll punch someone to grab some soda. That looked like it hurt, you giggle a little at the violence. However your giggle is cut short when you realize that all the food is gone. Not even a crumb or piece to spare.
"Fuck!", you say louder then you wanted. Some rustbloods are staring at you now. You glare at them to make them turn away, but they just laugh. One quietly says how pathetic you are. Bitch. You walk past her and 'accidentally' bump into her a little bit to hard so that she falls over. "Ignorant", you say and you walk past her. Not even bothering to turn back to her telling her friends that she is appalled by your existence. Even the lowbloods. You never get a break.
You keep moving though. Need to find something here. You turn the corner of the aisle and see a tall black leather coat. You know that coat when you see it. Sviero! You haven't seen her in a while, especially around here. Maybe she has some food. Or maybe you can just see if she wants to hang. It's not like there is anything else to do in this empty store.
You approach her, doing your best not to walk into other trolls on your way. Eventually you get past all the freaking trolls that just seemed to keep coming out of no where. She seems to not notice you, as she is staring at some food. You bump into her a bit to get her attention. She doesn't notice you at first as you are almost a whole foot shorter than her. But when she does you wave your hand in a mini salute and say "Hi".
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Post by SVIERO STELTH on Oct 14, 2012 14:53:40 GMT -5
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She darted around a corner, a low growl in her throat at how annoying it was just trying to maneuver across the street. Finding a small, abandoned alleyway, she picked the spot as a nice place to just get out of the whole fucking crowd and rest for a bit. This place was driving her insane with the overpopulation. She was lucky she didn't live in these places.
Maybe because of how used she had gotten to the noise, she didn't noticed when a certain troll tried to get her attention. She just stood there, eyes closed, trying to calm herself down, deep breaths, in and out. Then, she spoke up. A voice. Turning around, Sviero saw the familiar gray-toned face of Erikka, whom of which was waving her hand in a way that appeared sheepish. Maybe it was just Sviero over thinking? Either way, she turned around after a tug on her coat, noticing that they had the whole alley to themselves, not a single person realizing that they could easily walk past them. At least the crowd wasn't busting around them anymore.
"Oh, fuck." Sviero said, surprised. "Hey, haven't seen you in awhile. How long 'ave you been there?" Maybe it was a dumb question to ask, but Sviero couldn't even keep track of minutes with the chaos ensuing around them. Her arm not carrying her groceries curled around as if to cross her arms, but, realizing its companion wasn't there to help it achieve that, found its way into her jacket pocket.
She wasn't sure whether to consider Erikka a friend or not. To be honest, she wasn't sure who exactly was her friends, or if she even had any. Most of the time, her interactions were just by herself in her room, or over pesterchum. Like a snake just cooling off inside their cave, but a snake's gotta come out for some sun once in awhile, no?[/classy][classy=border2][/classy][/style] |
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Post by litwick on Oct 14, 2012 15:55:11 GMT -5
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Witch of Light
ERIKKA DISTRA
Poor Little Mutant ;
She looks so uncomfortable to you. You guess that the city is a huge change from her cave. Hell, the city is a huge change from anywhere that isn't about three or four times over the population limit.
To anyone else she would look annoyed but you can sense that she is uncomfortable too. Especially being surrounded by all the lowbloods. You know she is fine with lowbloods, as she has no problem talking to you on occasion. But lowbloods are jaded and scared, unless you are the type of highblood who just doesn't give a fuck about anyone lowbloods will either act terrified of you or glare at you. She could handle it but still, there is no good reason for it.
They almost react worse to highbloods then the actually do to you. Which you feel bad about, but cant control.
"Um I guess I've been standing next to you for a minute or so." That's a weird question to ask you. You weren't planing on meeting or anything so it shouldn't really matter how long you have been here. But she was just being nice you guess, so you wont bring that up.
"Why are you in the city? You don't really seem used to all the trolls. You wanna leave here?" You ask just for consideration. She is a friend you guess. You definitely not anything quadrant related but you both respect each other and stuff like that. You defiantly respect her for being a blueblood and not acting like an ass to lowbloods. So friends, you guess. You wont ask though. That would be weird.
The store is clearing out so you might as well motion to here that maybe it would be a good idea to leave while the store isn't flooded with trolls.
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Post by SVIERO STELTH on Oct 14, 2012 16:06:14 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:400px;,bTable][classy=icon][STYLE=width:100px; padding-top:110px; text-transform:uppercase; font-family: verdana; font-size:8px; color:B95353; text-align:justify; letter-spacing:5px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight:700]If I was a different man, if I had the blood in my eyes. I could have read of your heart, I could have read of your heart.[/style][/classy][classy=header]There's too much riding on that. There's too much too much too much love. And maybe I'm talking too fast. And maybe I'm talking too much. Give me the sensitive laugh. Don't give me the sensitive touch. Even if I could have kissed. And even if I could be the blood. I'm so sorry, I'll try love, I want to see it. {ERIKKA; 325; NYAH}[/classy][classy=text]The blueblood stopped for a moment, taking a look around her as a few people began to notice the slim alleyway and, within a minute, were beginning to fill it up. Trolls started coming in from all angles, leaving the two trapped between two hordes on either side.
Fan-fucking-tastic.
Sviero gave a brief nod, and, after turning to make sure Erikka was somewhat close behind, began to weave her way through the crowd, shoving and pushing aside anyone in her way. She was growing irritant from the crowd, exhausted from her day's work of grocery shopping and almost nothing to account it for. The useless produce in her bag couldn't feed them for more than a week. She'll just have to make another trip tomorrow, when there's, hopefully, less trolls.
Svi stopped at a small intersection in a part of the city less crowded, stopping to rest against a lamppost. Leaning against it with an almost "too-cool-for-you" aura, she crossed her arms and felt the heat begin to burn on her shoulders. "Nah, I am came here for some food, but I guess that was all for fucking nothing." she cursed and mumbled under her breath, looking around irritated at the trolls who were shoving their way to the stands, grabbing what they can, and leaving. Some even took the opportunity to steal produce. Sviero had only ever stolen on one occasion, and it was one she would never forget after the intense scolding of her lusus. She probably would steal more, if only to get what she needed to survive. But she'd never take more than needed. She wasn't greedy.
She turned back to Erikka standing nearby, and sighed to herself, rolling her head back to stretch, eyes closed behind her shades. "Fucking cities. Glad I've got a lusus and don't live in a dump place like this." Was she really glad, or only saying those words passively? Even Sviero couldn't answer that question.[/classy][classy=border2][/classy][/style] |
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Post by litwick on Oct 14, 2012 16:22:11 GMT -5
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ERIKKA DISTRA
Poor Little Mutant ;
They went through the people quite quickly thanks to Sviero being a bit too annoyed to be kind. Not that you're complaining, you would've done the same thing. Today is a bit ridiculous though. Sure it gets bad, but come one did every troll in the city decide to get food today? You didn't even get any. But it seems like she did so you guess today wasn't a bust for everyone.
Out side it is still pretty crowded, but with out the confines of walls and aisles it's not as bad as it was in the store. "It isn't usually this bad. I promise." You say trying to appease the fact that yes the city does fucking suck. But still today was a cluster fuck of trolls coming from everywhere.
Sviero looks like she is starting to be less annoyed since you aren't in a hellish crowd anymore. She mentions that she is happy to have a lusus and doesn't live in the city. Lucky her. You doubt that she notices that she just pretty much said she is happy she isn't you. You don't even think you've mentioned not having a lusus to her more than once. It's not that important.
You have been standing on the street for a few minutes now and you really have nothing to do, now that you don't have food. "Hey. Um. I have nothing to do today. Do you possibly need me for something?" You were never one to ask to be around someone. You much prefer to have them say they want you. It's just another quirk of your socially awkward charm. You don't want to seem weak. Like you need to be around people. Which you don't.
You just kind of look around as you wait for her to respond to your proposition.
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Post by SVIERO STELTH on Oct 14, 2012 16:37:27 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:400px;,bTable][classy=icon][STYLE=width:100px; padding-top:110px; text-transform:uppercase; font-family: verdana; font-size:8px; color:B95353; text-align:justify; letter-spacing:5px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight:700]If I was a different man, if I had the blood in my eyes. I could have read of your heart, I could have read of your heart.[/style][/classy][classy=header]There's too much riding on that. There's too much too much too much love. And maybe I'm talking too fast. And maybe I'm talking too much. Give me the sensitive laugh. Don't give me the sensitive touch. Even if I could have kissed. And even if I could be the blood. I'm so sorry, I'll try love, I want to see it. {ERIKKA; 380; NYAH}[/classy][classy=text]A sharp screech of a bird overhead startled Sviero as she dug her fingernails into her toned skin, a low mumble deep within her throat. The annoying creature landed on the post nearby, and Sviero decided to do something about it.
She plucked a feather from it with impeccable accuracy, the bird never even knowing she was close until the pain came from its wing. It took off, but Sviero held up her newly gained feather with some pride.
"I remember seeing these birds a lot, just not where." Sviero said as she held up the almost pure snow white feather in front of her, "But I never caught or ate them, despite being able to. They're... too pretty, y'know? It'd be a shame to see them dead." Hardly ever did Sviero have a connection with any animal other than a snake, but she liked that one species of bird. Maybe it was because, unlike birds of prey, they did not eat snakes. Whatever the case, Sviero shrugged and pocketed the feather in the back of her jeans.
She bit the inside of her lip as Erikka asked if she needed any help. While Sviero hated to ask favors, she also hated to leave the troll by herself here. She needed to get back to the hive, lest she face Cobramom's wrath. Still, maybe she wouldn't mind if she brought a visitor?
"Uh, I guess you could come over to my hive. I could use a bit of help. With, something." She quickly blurted out, not even knowing what excuse to use for bringing Erikka into their hive. It was better than leaving her out here, and she, hopefully, wasn't making a big mistake. The mutant wasn't exactly in a quadrant with her (and she could never even think of that being even a possibility!), but she supposed that she and Erikka could be considered what the humans called "friends." It was Mila who introduced her to that concept, and she wasn't even quite sure herself as to why she was beginning to use human terms. She had spent too much time around them. Maybe inviting Erikka over would help clear her head of stupid human thoughts.
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Post by litwick on Oct 14, 2012 18:08:14 GMT -5
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ERIKKA DISTRA
Poor Little Mutant ;
You look at the feather in her hand. It looks so pure. She's right those birds are pretty. They look very pure and innocent. It's a weird and beautiful thing to see in the freakishly violent culture of yours. You sometimes wonder what it is like to not know the feel of someone's blood covering your entire body. Or what it would be like to not know the look of someone else covered in your blood. But the the world is the way it is, and violence is never going to go away. Yeah you wish you were as free and pure as that bird.
You look back to see Sviero moving a bit. She mentions that she could use your help at her hive. She is lying. You don't know how you know, but she is. You don't really care though. In fact you are relieved that she lied so that you wouldn't be left alone. Maybe you really are friends with her. You guess you would have to ask another human what constitutes as being someones friend. When are you friends with someone. You don't really know.
"Sure", you answer trying to not sound to eager. You do kinda wish to be around her more. Maybe you can figure out if you are now friends. Or were friends. Or will be friends. You have no idea which one it is but being with her more might help.
You haven't been to her hive before. You just know that it is in a cave. You haven't been to anyone's hive before. Your entire life pretty much consists of your hive and the stores you need to go to, to survive. Oh and also the alleys that you fight in. No where else has even been important for you to go to. Not that Sviero's hive is important. Definitely not. No. Okay it kinda is. You are nervous to go over to someone else's hive. it probably isn't important but you feel like you need to make a good impression. That you aren't some savage and can act normally with other trolls.
You quietly start to follow Sviero back to her hive. "So what's your lusus like?", you ask trying to make small talk as you follow her. You don't like it to be to quiet when you are with someone.
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Post by SVIERO STELTH on Oct 15, 2012 19:33:29 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:400px;,bTable][classy=icon][STYLE=width:100px; padding-top:110px; text-transform:uppercase; font-family: verdana; font-size:8px; color:B95353; text-align:justify; letter-spacing:5px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight:700]If I was a different man, if I had the blood in my eyes. I could have read of your heart, I could have read of your heart.[/style][/classy][classy=header]There's too much riding on that. There's too much too much too much love. And maybe I'm talking too fast. And maybe I'm talking too much. Give me the sensitive laugh. Don't give me the sensitive touch. Even if I could have kissed. And even if I could be the blood. I'm so sorry, I'll try love, I want to see it. {ERIKKA; 298; NYAH}[/classy][classy=text]The blaring city noise began to dissipate behind them, becoming nothing more than a few murmurs that sounded like whispers far away. Sviero finally began to relax as she could finally hear herself think again, able to have a clear thought in her head this time around. Still, she was on edge, not happy to have gone through that ordeal. Thankfully, the two of them were making steady progress towards the valley in which she lived.
Coming across a steppe, she took her time over the rolling hills and plains of the dreary landscape, looking as if an entire forest had burned down with the evidence of tree stumps and debris covering the land. It was a sore sight, especially since this place wasn't always like this. It was her lusus who told her stories of this place, since Sviero wasn't actually alive to witness it. From her lusus's stories, it seemed like a nice place.
"My lusus?" Svi tried to swallow a lump down her throat, "Well, I suppose she's being a bit cranky lately. I don't know why. It's best that we try to avoid her for most of the day." Svi wasn't one to usually suggest such a thing, but she would hate to see Erikka get kicked out, or worse, eaten by her lusus. Well, snakes have been known to eat some trolls whole. She's about ninety-nine percent sure her lusus isn't that kind, but you never know.
"Well, how's life treatin' you?" She says, adjusting the rim of her shades against the bridge of her nose. It's a bit hard to see out of them due to the Alternian sun hidden from the sky, but she keeps them on. She's never let anyone see her eyes before, and she's not about to now.[/classy][classy=border2][/classy][/style] |
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Post by litwick on Oct 15, 2012 19:46:27 GMT -5
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ERIKKA DISTRA
Poor Little Mutant ;
You have never really left the city before. It's pretty boring out here, no noise or people. How do trolls live like this. Not that you would say that out loud, especially considering where you live. But you do prefer the blaring noise to the eerie silence that the country had.
When Sviero describes her lusus you don't really mind to hear that you will be staying away from it. You've never really met a lusus and all that. You have no real need to. And you don't really know what to do around one. So everyone wins with you without a lusus.
How has live been treating you anyway. You suppose normally. You get into a few fight a week and you live alone in a disaster of a hive. Not that you are complaining, you love your life like that, but you could do with less insults and stares. But that is a little bit of a long answer to give for such a simple one-word-answer, question.
"Good and stuff. How's life with you?"
That seems like a good answer for you. Not to fancy and you don't have to actually talk about how your life has been. It's a good normal answer. Which is what 'friends' give. Right?
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Post by SVIERO STELTH on Oct 15, 2012 19:55:24 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:400px;,bTable][classy=icon][STYLE=width:100px; padding-top:110px; text-transform:uppercase; font-family: verdana; font-size:8px; color:B95353; text-align:justify; letter-spacing:5px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight:700]If I was a different man, if I had the blood in my eyes. I could have read of your heart, I could have read of your heart.[/style][/classy][classy=header]There's too much riding on that. There's too much too much too much love. And maybe I'm talking too fast. And maybe I'm talking too much. Give me the sensitive laugh. Don't give me the sensitive touch. Even if I could have kissed. And even if I could be the blood. I'm so sorry, I'll try love, I want to see it. {ERIKKA; 235; NYAH}[/classy][classy=text]"Eh..." Sviero's tone was a mix of confusion and pondering. She wasn't really sure what to say. Tell the truth? Lie? Tell the complete truth? Maybe she should've been expecting the question in return. Heck, she should've been expecting it in return, but just didn't think it through all that well. No matter; she could think of something quickly.
"Well, to be honest..." she begins, awkwardly. Dammit, she had to change the subject. "I have been a bit confused lately. Y'know Pripas, that terrifying shipper?" Well, it wasn't really a terrible change of topic. The whole thing had been on her mind anyways. She motioned with her hands what would've been a point in the direction of his hive, before realizing Erikka wouldn't know where that was. The guy freaked her out a bit... okay, maybe a lot. And he was a perv. A giant perv. And he made weird ships. Very weird ships. It almost kind of seemed like he was just shipping crack ships. Really bad ones. On purpose. Just to mess with everyone. Except when it came to his moirail.
"Heh. doesn't he freak you out, even just a little?" Sviero shrugged and let out a soft chuckle. "Word of advice: never ask who he ships you with. You will literally stare at your computer screen with your fucking jaw hanging in the air until you realize what he just told you."[/classy][classy=border2][/classy][/style] |
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Post by litwick on Oct 15, 2012 20:08:12 GMT -5
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ERIKKA DISTRA
Poor Little Mutant ;
Heh. Pripas was freaking Sviero out? Well you assume it was to be expected. Pripas is more of an acquired taste. You're actually surprised that she was so honest with you. You kind of feel bad for giving a bull crap answer. Not too bad because it's not like she dropped her whole life story on you, but still a little bad for sort of avoiding an actual answer.
You find it funny that she points in the direction that you assume is Pripas' hive. It kinda seems like she thinks that he is somehow watching you and her.
And Maybe plotting some fanfics about you both. Not that you think that it's likely.
"He is harmless. And you get used to his weird ships. It took me almost a whole sweep to get used to the idea that he actually wrote stories about me pailing a few people." You laugh as you remember the first time he brought up the idea of shipping to you. You almost went out to find him and slit his throat for some of the people he paired you with. "But you will get used to it. He means no harm from it and I don't even know if he realizes how awkward it is."
In all honesty he probably doesn't which is one of the reasons that you have become okay with him shipping you up and down the spectrum.
You look at Sviero, it doesn't look like that was the answer she wanted. She probably wanted to hear something like 'he will stop' or something, but he wont so why give he false hope?
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Post by SVIERO STELTH on Oct 15, 2012 20:21:30 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:400px;,bTable][classy=icon][STYLE=width:100px; padding-top:110px; text-transform:uppercase; font-family: verdana; font-size:8px; color:B95353; text-align:justify; letter-spacing:5px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight:700]If I was a different man, if I had the blood in my eyes. I could have read of your heart, I could have read of your heart.[/style][/classy][classy=header]There's too much riding on that. There's too much too much too much love. And maybe I'm talking too fast. And maybe I'm talking too much. Give me the sensitive laugh. Don't give me the sensitive touch. Even if I could have kissed. And even if I could be the blood. I'm so sorry, I'll try love, I want to see it. {ERIKKA; 306; NYAH}[/classy][classy=text]To be honest, Sviero wasn't expecting the answer. Not at all. But, then again, she gets a lot of bullshit she doesn't expect, so why would this be any different? The blueblood shrugged to herself, unaware if Erikka could or could not see her do so, and continued walking in the direction towards her hive. It couldn't have been too far now.
'I guess..." she says, still a bit on edge, "but um... you know he once told me he wrote a fanfic about us? In black?" She laughed it off, a somewhat sarcastic grin on her face. Like that would ever happen, right? Shit, good going, Sviero, you just made this conversation a lot more awkward than it needed to be.
Oh, just in luck, she's approaching her hive. Quickly, before she can give Erikka a chance to respond, she says, "Come on, my hive is just up that hill. There's a huge valley on the other side with a bunch of tunnels and caves and other crap." She just hopes that Erikka doesn't bring it up later. Hopefully, and probably, not.
Svi wandered up the hill, taking a look at the view from the top. From below them, the hills were turning more flat, going even deeper than that and breaking into crevices and holes. There were many mounds in the ground that were most likely the entrances to other caves, but only one of them was hers. Or, maybe not. Who knows? Her hive was so big in the fact that it connected to so many caves that it was hard to tell which one was an entrance and which was an exit. She just decided to pick one and go with it.
Approaching the mound and slipping inside, Sviero instantly recognized the smell of shed skin. Yup, this was her hive, alright.[/classy][classy=border2][/classy][/style] |
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Post by litwick on Oct 16, 2012 17:06:55 GMT -5
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ERIKKA DISTRA
Poor Little Mutant ;
Oh. Wow that's awkward. Not that this conversation wasn't awkward enough, but still. You've never talked to anyone you got shipped with. Correction. You have never talked to someone you were shipped about being shipped with them. You never really planed to or anything.
You decide that you should respond soon since the silence might actually be worse than talking about being black with her. "Uhh wel-", she interrupts you to tell you where her hive is. You guess she doesn't really want to talk about it. Not that you really mind. Talking about shipping is bad enough with Pripas.
From the top of the hill you see tons of holes in the ground. They all seem out of place, but at the same time they seem like they should be there. Maybe that's just because there are so many, you think. They all seem the same. You cant even think of how you would remember which one was yours. Luckily you don't have to. Sviero does, but she seems to know which one is hers.
You jump down into a random hole off to the side after Sviero. You are taken back by how huge her hivecave is. It smells a bit weird to you but you don't mind it. It looks like there are tunnels that go everywhere down here. You almost run off to explore them, but remember that you are a guest and just follow Sviero closely.
Looking at a tunnel off to the side you miss part of what she says to you. You think she was talking about her hive but you aren't really sure. "Sorry. What?"
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Post by SVIERO STELTH on Oct 18, 2012 20:06:16 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:400px;,bTable][classy=icon][STYLE=width:100px; padding-top:110px; text-transform:uppercase; font-family: verdana; font-size:8px; color:B95353; text-align:justify; letter-spacing:5px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight:700]If I was a different man, if I had the blood in my eyes. I could have read of your heart, I could have read of your heart.[/style][/classy][classy=header]There's too much riding on that. There's too much too much too much love. And maybe I'm talking too fast. And maybe I'm talking too much. Give me the sensitive laugh. Don't give me the sensitive touch. Even if I could have kissed. And even if I could be the blood. I'm so sorry, I'll try love, I want to see it. {ERIKKA; 295; NYAH}[/classy][classy=text]The mutantblood talked. What did she say? Sviero couldn't hear. Was it something important? No matter. She continued guiding Erikka down the slippery stairs, careful to use the cool railings on the side. To be honest, they weren't even really stairs; more like oddly placed stepping stones down a cascading hill, but who cares? Stairs are stairs. They finally reached the bottom, and despite it being a bit cramped on the first floor, Sviero would be sure to show her the gigantic "living quarters" that her lusus normally occupies.
Oh wait, that's right. Her lusus normally occupies it.
Maybe she would show it to her later.
For now, Sviero decided she'd just take the troll to her room. While her room wasn't gigantic or majestic in any way, it certainly had a theme to it. Of course, this was just one of four rooms, each one with a specific purpose. Therefore, the only furniture that adorned her room was her recuperacoon, a variety of shelves which she hung her display guitars, and a single desk with a lonely grubtop on top of it.
"Um..." she says, albeit a bit bashfully, "well, yeah, fuck. This is it. Not much to look at, except these beautiful instruments." She coos a bit as she approaches her prized instruments, although none of them playable anymore due to time. Her only playable lute was in the room over, where she kept most of her musical electronics. She wasn't sure if she'd show Erikka that, since she would never let anyone near her guitar, let alone touch it. But, maybe. Erikka didn't seem like the troll that would be stupid enough to touch the item of a blueblood's. More specifically, if that blueblood is Sviero.
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