April 21st, 2006, 02:56 AM
(does this sound tweent bit like our FanFic with all the soul stuff? lol. sorry for the interuption)
April 21st, 2006, 07:39 PM
I think therefore I am
*your very welcome*
but the door was stuck! he kept tugging against but....
April 22nd, 2006, 11:31 AM
(okay sorry I meant that they, like, wanted ALL of him, or something, really, I didn't even think of the fanfiction, I was just trying to make them creepy as possible )
June 11th, 2006, 10:05 PM
Aha it's cool and all but I just don't get it.
Originally Posted by Inka_Reb
June 14th, 2006, 02:20 PM
it just wouldn't budge..
"Darsor-quick help me!" Cadvan cried as he strained against the door.
"No way mate- unless...unless you give me....
(this is getting very wierd..)
June 16th, 2006, 04:33 PM
I think therefore I am
i have to say even though it is wierd, it is v.v. funny!
June 17th, 2006, 06:47 PM
your magical pink hair brush!
June 18th, 2006, 06:07 AM
"What!? My magical pink hairbrush? NEVER!" Cadvan spun on his heel to face Darsor, pouting.
The stallion's jaw dropped [can that happen?] in astonishment.
"Why ever not?"
"Because...well...it's the source of all my sexiness..."
"Oh Cadders, I think you'd be hawt even without your magical pink hairbrush!" tutted Emanuel.
Cadvan, feeling somewhat reassured by Emanuel, turned back to the trapdoor.
"If Darsor won't help me with this damn door," he muttered, "I must seek the assistance of..."
June 21st, 2006, 07:43 AM
June 21st, 2006, 01:02 PM
suddenly, there was a loud bang, and a cry-
"Never fear- for Sharma the Stunt man is here!wooh!"
a red and blue lycra heap landed heavily on Darsor's back..
June 23rd, 2006, 02:48 AM
"Hey Sharma the stunt man!" said Darsor, "that costume is shexy! It's really doing it for me..."
June 24th, 2006, 10:41 AM
Sharma got up, some of his epidermis crumbling off in the process, and cleared his throat, "Thankyou Darsor, being a stunt man is the perfect job for someone who can never be killed..."
a horse and an immortal? I think we have ourselves a predicament
June 24th, 2006, 09:57 PM
June 27th, 2006, 10:59 PM
The Sleepy One
Cadvan, still struggling with the door, glances back at Sharma, Emmanuel (who was currently using Cadvans light ringed mirror to do some primping) and Darsor, huffs and returns to his task. After a few minutes of grunts and groans, flexing of muscles the size of peas, and completely unsexy sweating, Cadvan has reached some headway. He has decided that he needs to spend more time at the gym. Unfortunately that was not exactly what he needed to be thinking about at the moment, for his overly moisturized hands had slipped on the polished doorknob, sending our poor heartthrob back into his plush loveseat. He lies, head propped on the velvety edge of the seat, not moving.
Darsor, finally noticing that his "friend" hasnt moved for a minute or so, clops his way until his tail is almost touching Cadvans shiny nose. A small voice peeps from under Darsors hindquarters. "Don't. Move. When. I. Fell. One. Of. My. Lashes. Got. Loose. If. It. Falls. My. Makeup. Is. Ruined. "
The girls pressing their noses to the plexiglass windows heard a scream.
Suddenly, though, the door to Cadvans dressing room bursts open, and out flies............
June 29th, 2006, 05:42 AM
I Am Become Death...
A very large purple banana and on the other end of that was...
(This stuff is killing me, honestly I'm dying here!)
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