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- Barrett - 06-06-2011 [html]
<style type="text/css"> .barrett-snail b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; font-family:georgia,serif; font-size:11px;} .barrett-snail p {text-indent:25px; padding:0px 0px; margin:0px;} .barrett-snail {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#; background-image:url(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l53 ... ail-xt.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:0px solid #000000; padding: 130px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; text-align:justify;} .barrett-snail-inner {width:350px; border:none; margin:0 auto 0px auto;} .barrett-snail-wc {border-top:1px dotted #000000;line-height:10px;font-size:10px;font-family:'lucida console',sans-serf;text-align:right;} </style>[/html] - Razekiel Lykoi - 06-06-2011 [html] Thanks for starting! Welcome to unnecessarily-long-post land. XD His return to 'Souls territory, however unintentional it had been (marijuana does that, of course) had been a thrilling one; what experiences he had made and faces he had met enthralled the cozy-eyed coy to his very coy, filling him with the spirit of the burning sun or the soul of the pouring rain. The pack Patriarch was not at all the friendly type — Razekiel was quite sure that scarred individual did not much care for the prince's company — but still the coy followed him from time to time, taking upon himself the mission of easing that wounded soul's nerves. Jefferson would not admit it, Razekiel had come to realize, but he was deeply troubled — and the coy feared starstruck tobacco nor the cosmic drink could bring that big boy to relax. But still Jefferson enthralled him, as did Phoenix Valley and its inhabitants, and did their neighboring pack — Dahlia de Mai, he'd learned it was called, where the lovely Nayru led! She had been so young just months ago (or was it three? four?), and now she had blossomed into a delicate young woman with spunk and spirit in her eyes; still their blood-red resembled Samael's, but still Razekiel did not see the same bloodlust he feared in his brother in the little girl he had come to cherish. Ever the wanderer, Razekiel meandered from the Valley perhaps to give Jefferson a break, or perhaps to give himself a break from Jefferson — how could he be sure? The smoking joint between his grinning teeth only twitched in agreement, numbing such wonders and thoughts and awakening the coy instead to the marvelous wings of the Great Mother's magic taking flight; spring had burst into life with a great fervor, and soon warmer weather and summer would arrive. Mother was too kind to them. He meandered not an incredible distance, perhaps due to the twirling smoke at full strength at the time of his departure, and not a single soul fell into his sight. Somewhere in the city he danced in the streets and sang to himself, gurgling the same tone-deaf love and peace lyrics he gurgled every time, even as he smelled a marijuana that was not his own. He had grown and been around it enough to detect what was his own breed and what was someone else's; ever curious, the man danced and hummed his way after it, tan dreadlocks flipping gingerly with the bobbing of his head, even as he stalled in the street before the open garage where the opposing stench eased out. "Hey, man, I can smell your stuff, man!" Razekiel laughed, characteristically stoned as always, and flicked his tongue against the joint in his own mouth to make it dance up and down. "I got some myself, man, but it's always jazzin' to meet another cat with it. You grow it yourself, dude?" .razboatsooc {font-style:italic; color:#000000;} .razboatscred {font-style:italic; color:#000000; text-align:right; font-size:8px;} .razboats p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .razboats b {color:#883E4A; text-shadow: 0.0em 0.0em 0.1em #B93B45; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .razboats {font-family: georgia; font-size:12px; color:#B93B45; letter-spacing:.2px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:15px; text-align: justify; margin:0px auto; margin:5px auto; width:450px;} .razboatsinner{background-color:#FE9E2A; background-image:url(http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... zocean.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 105px 0px; border:1px solid #883E4A; width:450px; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Barrett - 06-09-2011 [html] <style type="text/css"> .barrett-snail b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; font-family:georgia,serif; font-size:11px;} .barrett-snail p {text-indent:25px; padding:0px 0px; margin:0px;} .barrett-snail {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#; background-image:url(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l53 ... ail-xt.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:0px solid #000000; padding: 130px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; text-align:justify;} .barrett-snail-inner {width:350px; border:none; margin:0 auto 0px auto;} .barrett-snail-wc {border-top:1px dotted #000000;line-height:10px;font-size:10px;font-family:'lucida console',sans-serf;text-align:right;} </style>[/html] - Razekiel Lykoi - 06-11-2011 [html] The sable man within the garage looked him over with bloodshot and drooping eyes, his response hazy, slow and unwitting. Razekiel laughed; he knew those symptoms and knew them well, but perhaps the prince was so much an "expert" in the marijuana department that he had learned how not to act in the midst of his smoking, or perhaps he had adapted his regular behavior to be the same. Whatever the cause, Razekiel treated this boy like a rookie smoker, though he would not say it; perhaps smoking the stuff was nothing to be proud of, but what the Razekiel care? He was too damn happy to give a fuck while on the stuff. "Wa-ha-ha-hoowww, man, you are stoooooned, man," the coyote burst into laughter, actually pointing in his humor a moment before leaning on his knees to chuckle out the rest. "Real blitzed, man, I dig it! Here, you wanna try these peepers? They're righteous, man; everything looks real bitchin' pink, you know?" The coyote pulled the glasses from his nose and tossed them to the sable man as he drew closer, straw eyes glancing through the garage under the gaze of untinted colors. "Me too, guy," Razekiel gurgled, reaching up under his multicolor headband and producing a number of pre-rolled joints — why they were stoned up there and not in the satchel on his hip, the stoned coyote did not explain, though his smoke-filled status did not exactly call for it. He tucked them away again a moment later. "This'un's some kind of skunk weed, man, but I grew the smell out of it. Tastes just as groovy without stinkin' up the Great Mother, yeah?" He looked down at the mower with a perplexed look, them burst into hazy laughs once more. "The hell is that, man? What the fuck you doin'?" image © Sean R @ Flickr ; table by lin .razloveooc {font-style:italic; color:#000000;} .razlovecred {font-style:italic; color:#000000; text-align:right; font-size:9px;} .razlove p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .razlove b {color:#9A4D4F; text-shadow: 0.0em 0.0em 0.2em letter-spacing:-.2px;} .razlove {font-family: georgia; font-size:12px; color:#B05155; letter-spacing:.2px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:15px; text-align: justify; margin:0px auto; margin:5px auto; width:445px;} .razloveinner{background-color:#DBDBDB; background-image:url(http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... overaz.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:140px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #5A6852; width:445px; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Barrett - 06-11-2011 [html] <style type="text/css"> .barrett-snail b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; font-family:georgia,serif; font-size:11px;} .barrett-snail p {text-indent:25px; padding:0px 0px; margin:0px;} .barrett-snail {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#; background-image:url(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l53 ... ail-xt.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:0px solid #000000; padding: 130px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; text-align:justify;} .barrett-snail-inner {width:350px; border:none; margin:0 auto 0px auto;} .barrett-snail-wc {border-top:1px dotted #000000;line-height:10px;font-size:10px;font-family:'lucida console',sans-serf;text-align:right;} </style>[/html] - Razekiel Lykoi - 06-22-2011 [html] "First he'd smoked all week"? A tragic thought, surely! Though, what day was it, again? Razekiel could not remember in the least. The coyote muttered a "groovy," beneath his smile and breath as Barrett scooped the glasses from the air smoothly. The dark male looked on with rose-tinted eyes as the Lykoi fished in his bandana, and with a dazed nod Razekiel grinned. "Totally, man. Can't really smell it when you're that toasted, you know, but I still wanted to see if I could do it. Took a lot of work, man, lots of sweat, but I cut out the smell eventually. Or I think so, you know? Hard to tell when you've already been puffin'." A youthful chortle. Focus returned to his glasses, at which the coyote could not restrain his ear-to-ear, toothy grin. "Why do you think I wear them, man?!" he laughed heartily. "Everything's real hot-like, yeah, real fab, but you gotta take off the peepers and peep at the Mother with your own eyes sometimes, you know? Her greens and blues are real cherry." Barrett's suggestion of multiple colors only hit him then, and at this Razekiel held his head and exclaimed a great sigh of mind-blowing excitement and overload. He refocused only when the male handed the glasses back and, pressing the lenses back on his nose, the male eyed the lawnmower once more. "Well, don't let me stop you, mister blitzer," the coyote grinned. "Oh, I'm Razekiel! ...Lyyykoi. Mind if I check out your, uh, 'yardwork'? Real curious-like, you know?" .razboatsooc {font-style:italic; color:#000000;} .razboatscred {font-style:italic; color:#000000; text-align:right; font-size:8px;} .razboats p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .razboats b {color:#883E4A; text-shadow: 0.0em 0.0em 0.1em #B93B45; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .razboats {font-family: georgia; font-size:12px; color:#B93B45; letter-spacing:.2px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:15px; text-align: justify; margin:0px auto; margin:5px auto; width:450px;} .razboatsinner{background-color:#FE9E2A; background-image:url(http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... zocean.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 105px 0px; border:1px solid #883E4A; width:450px; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Barrett - 06-23-2011 [html] <style type="text/css"> .barrett-snail b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; font-family:georgia,serif; font-size:11px;} .barrett-snail p {text-indent:25px; padding:0px 0px; margin:0px;} .barrett-snail {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#; background-image:url(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l53 ... ail-xt.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:0px solid #000000; padding: 130px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; text-align:justify;} .barrett-snail-inner {width:350px; border:none; margin:0 auto 0px auto;} .barrett-snail-wc {border-top:1px dotted #000000;line-height:10px;font-size:10px;font-family:'lucida console',sans-serf;text-align:right;} </style>[/html] - Razekiel Lykoi - 07-01-2011 [html] Razekiel nodded as expected when asked of his methods and sharing; the words reached his ears and hardly registered, but as if mechanical he nodded anywhere. The coyote was much too enthralled with the silver contraption threatening the open pasture, and as much as his inner hippie screamed that it would be a horror for the Great Mother to see her green, luscious locks chipped away and lay strewn on the ground like crude animal droppings, the Lykoi gazed on as if the metal monster was the most wondrous of human constructions to pleasure his eyes. It was nothing beautiful, no, and nothing compared to the Mother's best work, but it was a strange little object in how it stood and how it rolled and the miniscule squeaking noises it made, and that was all it took to hold Razekiel's hazy, wide-eyed attention. To one not excited through the fog of marijuana, watching the act of mowing a lawn might have been as dreary and uninteresting as it was back in the days when lawnmowers were so commonly used; however, to the Lykoi, he could hardly believe his eyes. Brilliant, those humans were! Inspiration filled his lungs, his heart, his stomach; if only he could invent something so marvelous, so intriguing! To think, a need to prune the grass for the sake of neatness — no, he found it did not wiggle through his toes like eels as the unkempt lawn did, but the tight, trimmed texture of the mowed grass excited him nonetheless. The coyote could not even bring himself to words, instead waving wide eyes between Barrett and his mower and with the cut grass stead in his wake. His mouth hung open, hands extended and fingers wiggling in awe, as if he'd seen the very face of God and was now... well, suffering some sort of warped heart attack as a result. "Brilliant!" he exclaimed finally at the top of his lungs, finally managing to replace his disbelieving squeaks and gurgles with actual words. "That, that thing, it's — it's boss, man, it's so, it's so far out, man, I can't even...!" He held both sides of his head as if it might explode, but all that erupted was absolutely uncontrollable laughter, and moments later the man was rolling about in the trimmed grass, still gurgling and flailing about like the complete idiot he was. "Yeah, yeah, man," he grinned, peering at Barrett even as he continued to roll about in the pruned green. "She's my mother, man, my sunshine, and he — probably related somehow, but he's real fab too, man. Get down here, try this!" Roll, roll, roll, roll... "This is the best fucking thing since sex! Not literally fucking, but — oh, get down here, man!" image © beautyredefined @ Twitter ; table by lin .razgreenfooc {font-style:italic; color:#000000;} .razgreenfcred {font-style:italic; color:#000000; text-align:right; font-size:9px;} .razgreenf p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .razgreenf b {letter-spacing:-.1px;} .razgreenf {font-family: georgia; font-size:12px; color:#3B8948; letter-spacing:.2px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:15px; text-align: justify; margin:0px auto; margin:5px auto; width:500px;} .razgreenfinner{background-color:#66EF7E; background-image:url(http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... flower.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 150px 0px; border:0px solid #fff; width:500px; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Barrett - 07-05-2011 [html] <style type="text/css"> .barrett-snail b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; font-family:georgia,serif; font-size:11px;} .barrett-snail p {text-indent:25px; padding:0px 0px; margin:0px;} .barrett-snail {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#; background-image:url(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l53 ... ail-xt.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:0px solid #000000; padding: 130px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; text-align:justify;} .barrett-snail-inner {width:350px; border:none; margin:0 auto 0px auto;} .barrett-snail-wc {border-top:1px dotted #000000;line-height:10px;font-size:10px;font-family:'lucida console',sans-serf;text-align:right;} </style>[/html] |