The name's Legran, Kazzie Legran. Shoot that really didn't sound as cool as I hoped… Let me start over. Hi, I'm Kazzie and I live on a blue and green planet called Skaia. But do not be mistaken, I am not part of the native humanoid species here. No, I conceal a somewhat alarming secret. When I receive a cut, my skin does not drip with the crimson blood of humans, but with the light green of an off-color olive! My skin is not deathly pale, rosy, or fine like chocolate, but a somewhat unique shade of light gray. And sprouting from both sides of my head are long, red, orange, and yellow horns! I am what the humans would refer to as an "extraterrestrial".

Haha I'm just pulling your leg, I am but a troll. Part of a species that has been on Skaia since our ancestors and dancestors played "The Game". Of course you would know that we live in complete harmony… well almost. Humans still dislike our destructive tendencies and "strange" forms of love. I guess we shouldn't complain, they took us in without question. That was the ruling of our twelve gods anyway. The Heir and Seer of Mind made us all see that harmony was exactly what we needed to survive and repopulate the new universe. The Knight of Blood raised us to understand that the hemospectrum meant nothing, The Heir of Breath raised the humans to understand their culture's past wrongs so they might not repeat them. Generations later I was hatched. But I did not come from the mother grub the gods hatched, but from the one stowed in a voidy reserve, hidden from prying eyes, fertile from hundreds of trolls from Alternia, the troll's home world. After finding this mother grub, after I hatched, the troll gods were stunned. I am the hope of the revival of lime bloods.

They were stunned by my very presence. At Alternia, lime bloods were hunted for their strange appearances and ability to calm enraged highbloods… opps I mean blue-purple bloods. Lime bloods had almost insane powers that questioned the Imperial Condescension's authority, so she murdered them. She ordered a genocide of all those with lime running through their veins. The only way I could exist is if my dancestor went into hiding shortly before the Condense issued the command.

Heh, you could say I'm lucky, but I don't believe in luck. Not like my kismesis Drasil. Drasil Kenass is a purple blood (ironically) and only goes on about the "luck of the draw" or the "luck of the roll". I really hate him, but that's what a kismesis does. Even though I'm destined to calm and contain blue-purple bloods, I just bring out the worst in him and vice versa.

My relationship with Drasil is nothing like my moirallegiance with Neemus Reefah. Neemus is a purple blood too, but he's a sea-dweller unlike Drasil. I platonically love Neemus, and he needs all the help he can get because he has clinical depression. Occasionally I can make it to the beach to talk with him about our dancestors and about any current news floating around. (hehe) Almost all sea-dwellers hang out at the beach to talk to human and troll friends. They normally don't attend school on land because the lack of water makes them irritable and can cause skin problems.

Other than Neemus and Drasil, I have five other troll acquaintances, and three human "friends". It seems that circles of "friends" tended to be an ideal thing in past troll society. I kind of wonder if it helped young trolls fill up their quadrants. Oh here's Neemus now, messaging my husktop.

TT: hey yOu there?

AT: yes (:C

TT: thank gOg!

AT: need me for something?

TT: not reely, I just want tO talk.

TT: any current news catch yOur eye?

AT: well apparently Drasil tryed the thing...

TT: GLUB!

TT: I cannOt bereef he did that!

TT: are yOu shore?

AT: as sure as I'll ever be

AT: our instructor was pissed

TT: glub! I can bereef that.

AT: ya, he really needs to stop doing dares

TT: I agree, he knOws it's cullshit...

TT: and everyfish knOws he's a dOOfish fOr attempting them

AT: well he's getting punished so it's oK

TT: whale any Other news?

AT: sadly not at the moment \:C

TT: Oh...

TT: hey wanna flOat at the beach later?

AT: I'd love to, but my instructor gave us a shitload of hmwk...

TT: I sea, anOther day perhaps?

AT: yes please!

AT: I believe I'll be free tomorrow (:C

TT: C:D

TT: I did the hOrn thing On my face!

AT: hehehe I see that!

AT: it's funny how our horns are liKe the exact opposite!

TT: it's as if we were destined tO be mOray-eels!

AT: ha-ha! I get that vibe as well!

AT: but sadly I must be off

TT: that's alright! I'll meet yOu tOmOrrOw then!

AT: yep!

Whew that was an exhausting conversation. Neemus seems so peppy it's hard to remember he's almost perpetually sad. Alas, these feelings are common for blue-purple bloods. I wonder how Drasil is so different from him... Well I better get started on that homework I was telling Neemus about, I wouldn't want to be a liar. But ugh English is my least favorite subject, even though all inhabitants speak it on this planet. Alternian comes naturally to me and has less stupid rules and homophones.

Whew almost done wi- oh darn it. Here comes the beast of all lusii. This poor deformed dragon thing is kinda sad, but the only lusus brave enough to raise the rare lime blood. His wings are different sizes and his body is always chilling to the touch. Now he's glaring at me and making a groaning noise... What did I do this time? "What? No I'm still working, can't you see? Yes everything else is finished!" He snorts and walks away. Ugh he's too busy all the time, I wish he'd chill out more... There! homework finished in time for a well deserved sleep!