======> the ground is falling

[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]That. Little. Fucker. Before she even knew what was happening herself, Sviero tackled the purpleblood to the wall, pinning him against the rocky stone in an instant. Her STRONG arms pinned him in place, unable to move. Her eyes, blazed with anger, trailed over his face, and a low growl vibrated in her throat. "You little piece of shit. You just love to fuck with me, don't you? You like fucking with me?" She spat venom in his face, as if she were a snake, and only got closer, hissing along the way. "I should just snap you like a fucking pencil right now. That's what I should fucking do. Then I'll feed you to my lusus. She loves purplebloods, did I forget to mention? Nice and tasty. I should try some myself maybe." She gritted her teeth with furious strength and tried digging her nails into his skin. Her face was no longer blue, but there was a definite sign of not just anger but furious. Rage. If this little fucker thought he could fuck with her, he was dead wrong. Sviero would bite his fucking head off and feed his body to her lusus. Giant troll-eating snakes could swallow him whole, but she would like to get a taste of that blood herself. She sliced his cheek, teeth looking as if they were about to fall out from the pressure from her STRONG jaw. Blood. The blood dripping down her fingers wasn't purple. It was red.[/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: dayum Word count:230 Tagged: belial 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]

[al]

[style=width: 400px; align: center; padding: 10 15; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/eWZa5.png); border: 10px solid #0a000a; font-size: 11px; font-family: Lucida Sans Unicode; font-weight: 0; color: #000000; text-align: justify;]She was a lot faster than he expected and it took him a second to realize he was pinned to the wall, being fairly unable to feel anything through his roboarms. But he knew he couldn't move, that was for sure. She was way too strong, fucking bluebloods. He knew he was far outmatched by her, even with his modified arms. In fact, if he wasn't careful she might end end up denting them and then what would he do? He didn't know enough about robotics to fix anything damaged.

His eyes narrowed and he bared his large teeth, growling when she drew blood. That was it. He wasn't about to put up with shit, even if she was stronger than him. He would at least go down fighting.

She was close enough and he was angry enough so he lashed out, his teeth scraping across her cheek and locking on just next to her lips. She'd have a hard time prying off his cold, dead body.

[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]"Settle down you little shit." Sviero half-growled half-whispered and grabbed his cheek, his mouth still attached to the edge of her lips. She wasn't even sure what was going on anymore. It was as if her body was under its own influence, that her mind had lost all sanity and was now acting on pure primal instinct. So, she decided to just flow with it. Her hands still pinned him to the wall, but her teeth decided to return the favor of his bite and bite his cheek as well. Two could play at that game, she decided. What the fuck was she doing? Should she stop? Was this going too far? She didn't even care anymore. They were trapped in here anyways. Not like anyone could sneak up on them or something. Unless someone twenty times as stupid as this rustblood didn't see the fucking ten foot gap in the floor and decided to join them. Then she really might go fucking insane. Still, anything had to be better than standing here biting this troll, right? She wasn't sure anymore. Still, she continued to bite him for who the hell knows why. It wasn't her problem anymore.[/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: dayum Word count:210 Tagged: belial 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]