==> make a stupid mistake [raziel]

[SVIERO STELTH]

[atrb=width,500px][atrb=border,0px,true][atrb=vAlign,top][STYLE=border-right: 120px solid #4a4d5a; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 10px 20px 0px;font-size: 10px]She'd never imagined herself in the city. The wide valleys of her old home had drawn a simple picture in her mind, that this was how every troll on Alternia lived. That the life she lived was totally normal, and that the fact she had a giant cobra for a mom wasn't weird. This was your first mistake. The buzzing life of the city is completely different to that of the soft valley. For one, the noise never stops, a constant ringing in her ears that makes her want to claw them off. Horns vibrating against the wind, she pulled her black leather coat across her sides, refusing to zip it up, for that would be out of her style. Instead, the wind only grows more violent as it whips her from side to side as she traverses the busy streets of the city. All around her, trolls are bumping into her shoulders, her legs, her thighs , and even her chest (on purpose, no doubt). It was on more than one occasion that she flipped the fuck out, cursing across the way to the violating grazes, and flashed her sharp teeth in a growl at the trolls around her. She hated this. There wasn't anything cool about this. When she first imagined the city from stories her lusus would tell, Sviero always imagined that they would be majestic and tall, a proud ancestor standing over their young, or a lusus over their troll. This was mistake number two. Pushing against the crowd with a renewed vigor and rage, she found herself constantly pushing innocent trolls out of her way. Eventually, it seemed as though a path was being weaved through the crowd as many bystanders sidestepped to avoid her set path. They could see, hear, smell the heat vibrating off her soul and body, an angry spirit that just seemed to like to be pissed for absolutely no reason. But she had no say in it. The young, raging troll just couldn't control it. On a whim of its own, she began to violently shove everyone until an entire circle was just being made around her, an oval more or less. The people around her realized the potential threat of her behavior, and were taking precautions (possibly overly dramatic precautions) to avoid the blueblood troll. Picking a small stand to stand next to, she decided to lean on the straw bench, making the owner of said property flinch in fear, as if she were about to crush it. However, she never did. Her ears suddenly perked up at the sound of a young troll. "Ms," it called out, "Ms, could you please move? You're blocking my customers." What the fuck did he just say? What the fuck did he just say? In an outrage, she threw herself to her feet, causing a number of Alternian foods to roll to the ground from the shake, and she found herself stalking away from the crowd, away from everyone. What she did not notice, however, was the wheels of an innocent cart exploding at her feet, produce flying everywhere in a heap of embarrassment. Mistake number three. "Oh... shit... fuck... uh, whoops." She said, awkwardly, attempting to kick away some of the produce from her feet. Her sunglasses hid the embarrassment from her eyes, but she refused to look into the gaze of the poor troll whose food was now a waste. She couldn't bear to see his face, assuming it was a male. If so, it would probably be one full of disdain and scorn. Why did everyone hate her?[/style][STYLE=float: left; width: 380;border: 3px solid #4a4d5a;width: 100px; height: 100px;][/style][STYLE=float: left;width: 250px;padding-left: 10px;font-size: 10px]Notes: meeting her moirail for the first time! c: Word count:598 Tagged: raziel template by pianissimo of btn[/style][STYLE=color: #4a4d5a; font-family: georgia; font-size: 40px; letter-spacing: -5;line-height: 23px;margin-right: 5px;float: right;width: 120px;text-align: right;]how can i be brave when i'm afraid to fall[/style]

[andois]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width, 450px][atrb=style,background-color: #292929;] [STYLE=margin-top: 10px; font: 32px arial; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: -3px; text-transform: lowercase; width: 450px; line-height: 40px;][STYLE=background-color: #a14000; color: #292929; text-align: right; display: inline; width: 320px; float: left; padding-right: 5px;]frankly dear, i don't give a[/style] [STYLE=color: #a14000; text-align: justify; display: inline; padding-left: 5px; margin-top: 6px;] damn[/style][/style] [STYLE=float: right; color: #555555; font: 11px times new roman; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: justify; line-height: 9px; margin-right: 25px; margin-left: 5px; width: 310px; margin-top: -10px;]{ i dig my toes into the sand. the ocean looks like a thousand diamonds strewn across a blue blanket. i lean against the wind, pretend that i am weightless and in this moment i am happy. i lay my head onto the sand. the sky resembles a back-lit canopy with holes punched in it. the world's a roller coaster and I am not strapped in. maybe i should hold with care, but my hands are busy in the air }[/style] [STYLE=float: left; background: url(http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j36/erikasmurf/rufio.jpg); width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px;] [/style] [STYLE=margin-top: 20px; margin-right: 25px; background-color: #333333; color: #888888; font: 9px verdana; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; border-radius: 0px 10px 0px 0px;] The day held no surprises for Raziel. Everything was going according to plan. His lusus was having one of those days. One of those days where leaving the farm was a fairy tale. Now, that wouldn't have been so much a problem if this wasn't one of the days scheduled to go out and sell produce to the occasional passerby. Normally they would just supply the stores, but they needed money fast and percentages just weren't an option at this point. Everything was going swell. A huge profit was being made in fact. Everybody knew the Andois Farmhouse supply was the best around and trusting their sources was one of the best things you could do as a growing troll. All was going fantastic until that angry lady showed up. Out of the blue there she was. Scaring away all the good customers. At first Raz didn't really want to say anything. He figured she'd just go away. That, or pacify herself. But she just kept there, and the customers were looking at Raz's stall with an acidic disdain that made it clear he was losing, if not only passing customers but, repeat business. He spoke up. To his despair. The woman threw up her hands, catching his cart and throwing it all manner of way. Sideways, and slantways, and longways, and backways and squareways, and front ways, and any other ways that you can think of. The mess was horrific. cabbages smashing to the ground. The watermelons rolling every which way. Need I say more? Shit was messed up. A lesser man would have yelled at the girl, thrown up his hands and stormed out. But not Raz. He shot the girl a look of boredom that kind of said "You're kidding." He shook his head at the produce gathering about his, and everyone else's, feet. A few other trolls were beginning to pick things up, looking at Raz with an empathetic sadness. Raziel looked up at the blueblood. "Come on now, you're helping too." he bent down and began to pick up the carrots about him, collecting them in his hand and tossing them into a nearby crate after about ten was in his hand and repeating. [STYLE=margin-left: 50px; opacity: 0.7; -moz-opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify; font: 9px arial;]TAGS ?! mmmmm, sviero~ WORDS ?! 369 LYRICS ?! wish you were here, incubus NOTES ?! well[/style] [/style]

[STYLE=font-size: 11px; font-family: times new roman; line-height: 98%; text-align: center; margin-top: -10px;]template by darkee @ back to neverland.[/style]

[SVIERO STELTH]

[atrb=width,500px][atrb=border,0px,true][atrb=vAlign,top][STYLE=border-right: 120px solid #4a4d5a; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 10px 20px 0px;font-size: 10px]The blank stare of her yellow eyes may have been able to pierce the messy pile that she had just indadvertedly caused. Despite her attempts to move her body, her muscles refused to respond, and stood as limp as a ragdoll while the victim of her actions proceeded to clean up her mess. Why should she care? Not like it was her fault or anything. Blame everyone else who just happened to piss her off. Her fist began to clench together, her eyeballs seeming to burst out of their sockets, a blue tint contrasting with her grey skin- No, no, not now. This isn't the time nor place. She managed to quell the anger within her, forcing it down to the core in her stomach that twisted and knotted it in so many ways. Finally, after what seemed like ages, she obeyed the lower troll's command... or was it a plea? Either way, she found herself on her knees suddenly, picking up the leftovers of her little tantrum. With one arm full of produce, she used her free arm to lift the cart back upright, quite impressive for one who seemed so lanky. But it was quite easy for her. She was stronger than anyone perceived her to be. "Godammit," she cursed at the wind, a silent mutter as she tossed the produce back into their rightful place in the cart, making a somewhat bigger mess in the cart itself than its nice pile on the ground. Still, at least she helped. "There. All nice and stacked." She said, maybe a bit too grouchy, but sincere. Sviero looked at the troll this time, noticing his eyes as the first feature. Bright and yellow, and long horns that protruded from his head, twisted and sharp to the point like a bull's. How did he manage to hold those up 24/7? Maybe he was as strong as her. Heh, no, that's not possible. But amusing.[/style][STYLE=float: left; width: 380;border: 3px solid #4a4d5a;width: 100px; height: 100px;][/style][STYLE=float: left;width: 250px;padding-left: 10px;font-size: 10px]Notes: nyah dat raz Word count:322 Tagged: raziel template by pianissimo of btn[/style][STYLE=color: #4a4d5a; font-family: georgia; font-size: 40px; letter-spacing: -5;line-height: 23px;margin-right: 5px;float: right;width: 120px;text-align: right;]how can i be brave when i'm afraid to fall[/style]

[andois]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width, 450px][atrb=style,background-color: #292929;] [STYLE=margin-top: 10px; font: 32px arial; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: -3px; text-transform: lowercase; width: 450px; line-height: 40px;][STYLE=background-color: #a14000; color: #292929; text-align: right; display: inline; width: 320px; float: left; padding-right: 5px;]frankly dear, i don't give a[/style] [STYLE=color: #a14000; text-align: justify; display: inline; padding-left: 5px; margin-top: 6px;] damn[/style][/style] [STYLE=float: right; color: #555555; font: 11px times new roman; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: justify; line-height: 9px; margin-right: 25px; margin-left: 5px; width: 310px; margin-top: -10px;]{ i dig my toes into the sand. the ocean looks like a thousand diamonds strewn across a blue blanket. i lean against the wind, pretend that i am weightless and in this moment i am happy. i lay my head onto the sand. the sky resembles a back-lit canopy with holes punched in it. the world's a roller coaster and I am not strapped in. maybe i should hold with care, but my hands are busy in the air }[/style] [STYLE=float: left; background: url(http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j36/erikasmurf/rufio.jpg); width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px;] [/style] [STYLE=margin-top: 20px; margin-right: 25px; background-color: #333333; color: #888888; font: 9px verdana; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; border-radius: 0px 10px 0px 0px;] Well, at least she was helping. For a split second, Raziel caught the blueblood's gaze. He quickly looked away, focusing on something less pertinent; a rolling potato. His hand flew out, slender fingers encroaching about the spud like darkness consuming a room, door closed on the freeing light in the hallway. Raz tossed the potato back and forth a bit before placing it in a nearby crate labeled "roots". He was surprised to see the woman's progress. Raziel sighed and watched as she worked. He figured that this was her own backassward way of apologizing. Working relatively hard that is. She didn't have the Farmer's spirit though. She worked too fast to take care and was hurting the produce. She tossed up the crate and Raz mused at her strength. He started to walk over as she spoke to him. He didn't address her at first and put the collection of runaway vegetables into their respective crates, those he could easily reach. When he'd finished he looked back at the woman. "Well, your help's appreciated." Raz did as he always did and took it easy, leaving her conversation with a resolute nod. "Have a fair rest of your day then." He returned to his goods and began to sort them to continue selling. He may have reached his goal, but he was nowhere near achieving his needs. Needs being the next few sweeps or so worth of electricity. All he really needed back from the city. [STYLE=margin-left: 50px; opacity: 0.7; -moz-opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify; font: 9px arial;]TAGS ?! sviero, that sexy blueblood WORDS ?! 446 LYRICS ?! wish you were here, incubus NOTES ?! well that de-escalated quickly.[/style] [/style]

[STYLE=font-size: 11px; font-family: times new roman; line-height: 98%; text-align: center; margin-top: -10px;]template by darkee @ back to neverland.[/style]

[SVIERO STELTH]

[atrb=width,500px][atrb=border,0px,true][atrb=vAlign,top][STYLE=border-right: 120px solid #4a4d5a; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 10px 20px 0px;font-size: 10px]The blueblood's angry gaze, hidden behind her neat choice of shades, turn to the brownblood before her. As he spoke, his tone of voice sounded... to be honest, she couldn't tell, but she could tell one thing: he wasn't angry. For some inexplainable reason, he wasn't angry with her. Possibly frustrated or irritated, but he hadn't chewed her out yet when just about everyone else here would have. This guy's got fucking guts. After he had thanked for her help and dropped a rolling potato into its correct crate, she crossed her arms almost slyly. "What would you have done without me?" She had meant it as a joke, but the words had come out a little bit more venomously than she had wholeheartedly wanted. After a realization, she turned away from the troll and placed her hands inside her coat pockets after a sharp breeze blows her hair and body. To be honest, she had nothing else to do. Maybe she should've stayed with the troll? But she didn't feel like having the company of someone else, and she was embarrassed to show her face to him. Maybe she should at least get his name? "You should know the name of the blueblood who helped you today is Sviero." She said through gritted teeth, regretting ever saying her name to him. Sviero was pretty sure he was fed up with her by now, or at least ready to shoo her away, after all the trouble she had caused to his stand. However, judging from the number of people surrounding him, it almost looked like the pity of the crowd was going to bring him even more customers. Well, to buy at least the produce that hadn't been squashed or mash by her slender fingers. In fact, she hadn't even noticed that she'd caused such damage. Whoops.[/style][STYLE=float: left; width: 380;border: 3px solid #4a4d5a;width: 100px; height: 100px;][/style][STYLE=float: left;width: 250px;padding-left: 10px;font-size: 10px]Notes: yes, yes it did Word count:307 Tagged: the sexy brownblood raz~ template by pianissimo of btn[/style][STYLE=color: #4a4d5a; font-family: georgia; font-size: 40px; letter-spacing: -5;line-height: 23px;margin-right: 5px;float: right;width: 120px;text-align: right;]how can i be brave when i'm afraid to fall[/style]