YamiCuoreLaroux said
You have some serious muscles you look good in skirts. That's gonna be tough to......Challenge accepted.
Cant wait :D
YamiCuoreLaroux said
You have some serious muscles you look good in skirts. That's gonna be tough to......Challenge accepted.
KindledBeast said
No no oh god no I'm just lean I'm not actually huge later today I'll probably post a picture or pm it to you. I'm only 5,7 I'm really short so I have a good center of gravity.
Grif of Hearts said
Remove this bit from the video link.50h6jKBk3tgHappy?
YamiCuoreLaroux said
Wow. Okay, I'm impressed.
KindledBeast said
Thanks and yeah you should see me now that I'm going to a private school for boxing. Well and now I'm 17 so yeah there's a big gap.
Mtntopview said
Hey Vortex, have you considered making an Avitar?
KindledBeast said
I didn't mean your phone in particular I should have said a phone.
KatherinWinter said
LOL I don't dance. It would give people nightmares
KindledBeast said
Ha told you vortex. Here is a 12 year old version of me wearing a toto!
LordMarwain said
Vortex, Tavos is the god of cultivated plant growth, dressed incognito as a farmer. EDIT: Oh I see you've changed it
Berdagon said
The amazement of the flamboyant entrances soon faded when the fat man started to speak. “Great spirits, a clean death!? Eternity!? No, no of course not! I love living and life, I wouldn’t want it to end. But I wouldn’t want it to never end either…”Baffled, Jormen took a few steps back. His face, wrinkled and tanned, became notable pale. This was not the reaction he planned for. “I humbly requested inspiration, to entertain and amaze. To bring joy into the lives of others. If that is what you can, and want, to grant me, then my song is yours. Bit what you offer now is terrifying!” Only then, Jormen started to notice the rose blooming in front of him. It had a beautiful red and yellow color, lake a frozen flame. Jormen caressed it, intrigued by it. Then he realized the situation he was in and returned his attention to the fat man, and the pyre. “Is this your work? It is truly beautiful, but to delicate for someone like you. Is someone else watching me? Does someone else also want my prize?”Jormen smiled, whilst he continued. He looked past the fat man into the pyre. “Is it you, Manas, who gifts me this amazement? Or maybe you, Tavon, gardener and keeper of the green? Quintis the daydreamer might have made it too, but it is to plantlike to fit him…” Confidence radiated from the old, frail main, given strength by the idea of multiple gods claiming his song. Jormen returned is attention to the fat man. “…and you, what can I call you?”