Nice Demi, but I thought you cut your hair short? O.o

Might be a few months old xd

I went to a KISS concert

you would *nod*

why not post a picture!?

Lovely ^^

I'm not even going to post an upper body pic

*also rubs rox's nipples*

*rubs twitch's nipples*

nudity?

Thankyou! : p

Hurrah!

xd

oh, such things!

Soon, I shall post a most terrifying picture

Doesn't matter, either's safe

relatively

oh snap!?

*gasps*

gogogo!

it happens!

Well done old chap!

Madness?

*“FEET IN YOUR STIRRUPS, BACKS STRAIGHT, REIGNS IN HAND!! I’LL TEACH YOU LOT TO RIDE AND THEN IT’LL BE TWENTY LAPS AROUND THE WALL FOR LYING!!!!” Bert instantaneously tried to react to every one of the commands, but got them mixed up somewhere along the road, ending up with straight stirrups and his feet in his hands. "Hmrm" he mumbled to himself. And he hadn't really lied, he'd just... Left out vital parts of the truth. Yeah. So he should definitely be excused from these twenty laps, in fact, it was only fair. If only the teacher would see it from that point of view. He grumbled some more and reluctantly urged his horse into a canter. Alright. Keep calm. Straight ba- Bert nearly fell off, but saved himself by throwing his arms randomly around the horse's neck. Okay, straight back is a bad idea. He noticed the teacher sending him a somewhat amused look. Damn teacher, thinking he's so good. Bert slowly tried to straighten up again, and, to his own personal amazement, managed to stay on. It was a major breakthrough, and Bert was pleased. Now to keep it up for 19 and three quarter laps more...

Bert picked up a broom. He looked at it, somewhat sullenly. Him, Bert the incredibly great, clean a tavern floor!? This madness had gone on for far too long. Was this what he'd gotten up early for!? Ach! Once he saw that Darin again, he'd have a serious conversation with him! Bert turned his head and caught Darin's eye, his scar a menacingly eye catching mark of rank. Or maybe not. Brooming could be fun! Putting on a smile of sorts, Bert started brooming filth and dust and broken glass into a little heap.

The work wasn't all that hard, but tedious all the same. Bert wasn't used to this kind of work. This was servant's work, not a chore for children of the light in the making! He silently turned his anger upon the dust, and swept with greater vigor than previously. And then someone was sick. On him. From the second story of the inn. Bert hated drunks. He thought he heard the giggle of maidens in the background.

Bert scurried along. The other children tried to walk inconspicuously in the general vicinity of Darin, yet, to Bert's eyes, they all stood out clearly where they tried to mingle with the local folks. Of course, he knew most of them by name, so he wasn't exactly a fair judge. Tuc was walking a few feet away from Bert, and they exchanged glances and polite nods and random intervals. He supposed they didn't exactly blend in perfectly neither, but there'd be no helping that. Tilting his head in the general direction of Darin, Bert could see villagers averting their eyes form his face and clearing space for him to walk in. Bert figured the mix of his scars and the white cloak of the children would be a versatile mixture that would instill both fear and loathing in most people. Perhaps some respect too, with any luck. Personally, Bert had gotten quite accustomed to being shoved and bumped into in the relatively small time they'd been walking. People didn't seem to care much about a youngish lad who, from time to time, scratched his backside. Some girls cleaning out residue from an inn giggled at him, whether it was because of his dashing good looks (Ah yes) or his sudden burp, Bert didn't know. He figured that the less he knew, the better. Smiling back at them, he kept on walking, neatly avoiding all things that would embarrass him. All things except the horse. It wasn't the actual impact that hurt, it was the falling on his backside afterwards. Blushing, he got up and walked the rest of the way to the inn muttering.

Bert was standing in the middle of a wide, open field, his chest bare to the elements and only a loincloth covering his muscular body. The sky was dark with clouds, and lightning crisscrossed the sullen scene, giving it a most dramatic effect. Ferocious winds were howling through the valley, and Berts long, luscious hair whipped with each gust of wind. In his right hand he held a golden burning sword, and in his left he cradled a strangely undressed Zoe, who at the moment appeared to be faining. Grinning, Bert raised his sword and ran towards the mighty dragon sitting a mere 30 feet away from Bert, looking as angry and ferocious as any dragon could look. Roaring, the dragon rose it's head and breathed a warning ball of fire into the sky. This didn't seem to bother Bert much, as he swiftly jumped across the barren land, sword raised high in anger and murder in his bloodcurdling scream. As he closed the distance, the dragon turned it's head towards him and with an ear-shattering scream shot a pillar of smoldering flame towards him. Dodging swiftly, Bert sidestepped the flame and let loose an onslaught of slashes and cuts, climaxing the whole affair by slicing his sword through the dragon's thick neck in a most blood-splattering fashion. As the dragon's head hit the ground, Bert awoke to find himself in his chambers at the fortress of light.

He was most certainly late for the rendezvous.

"Mothers milk in a-!"

Bert hated running.

Couple of laps, eh?

This most certainly couldn't be that hard, now that the horse was already going and all. Bert experimentally kicked the horse again, a bit harder, and was jolted back violently as the horse accelerated. "AAAGH" he screamed, as the horse ran at speeds quite possibly not very fast around the yard. "A LAP MEANS AROUND, NOT STRAIGHT FORWAAARD", Bert's shouting didn't seem to affect the horse much. Bert decided he would try the reins. He them tightly in both his hands, trying to hold onto the horse with his legs, and then jerked them backwards in a fashion that testified that Bert didn't really know how to ride. The results was Bert lying in  a pile on the ground about 6 feet ahead of the horse, which seemed to be whinnying triumphantly. Bert grumbled angrily and got up to give it another shot.

woo, go nyn! ^^

meat

“Since you all know how to ride, saddle up!”

Bert giggles slightly to himself, a sort of reassuring, sure-you-know-how-to-ride-why-else-would-you-raise-your-hand kind of giggle. Slowly approaching the nearest beast, Bert felt he needed to be somewhere else. Somewhere less endangering to him and his ilk. His ilk in this case referring to his various body parts, from large to small, all were welcome. Rounding up on the horse, Bert looked it straight in the eye. Well, as straight as you could look a horse in the eye. Bert found the distance between them somewhat nauseating, and the rolling of one of them quite frankly scared him. He decided his best approach would be the left eye and ear combination. Bending his head closer to the animal, Bert started whispering. From afar, it certainly must've looked like he was some sort of trained horse master, whispering words of comfort and reassurance into the horse's ear. The truth, however, was... Oh, let's just say not as glamorous. If the horse had understood half of what Bert said, it's proverbial eyebrows would certainly have made a reach for the sky. After giving the strange thing a little pep talk, Bert decided it was time to mount it. No, not like that.

Getting on top proved not to be that hard, not really. One foot in the stirrup, other foot over the horse, other foot into other stirrup, and he was ready for some action! So, he said "Forwards!". The horse didn't seem to get that right away, so Bert tried again. "Forwaaaards!" It still wouldn't budge. Bert judged there'd have to be something about it's hearing. Glancing at Tuc, who didn't seem to be getting along any better, Bert softly kicked the horse's sides. And forwards it did go.