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Post by »d.r.e.a.m [ღ] on Jun 9, 2008 14:56:43 GMT -5
Activity Check #1 Please post below if you are active. DO NOT post below because you just came on one day and there was the check and you post and never come back. You'll probably be deleted the next check. The ending date for this is June 30th. You have tweenty one days to do this!! Make sure to fill out the forum and post below. Being able to fill out the forum shows me you have time and you are able to be active on this site. [b]Name:[/b] [b]One Horse:[/b] [b]Example Post: [/b](50 words, soo easy!) [b]Will you be Active?:[/b] (Tell the truth!) [b]How many time will you be on in a week?:[/b] (Tell the truth!) [/b] [li] Shadow [/li][li] Dream [/li][li] Ariela [/li][li] Mythic Black Rose [/li][li] Saundra {Muffins} [/li][li] Lucky Cricket [/li][li] Reflection [/li][li] Thanos [/li][li] K2ishorse [/li][li] Mage[/li][/ul]
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Post by ♥ A R i E L A on Jun 9, 2008 19:16:03 GMT -5
Yay, I love activity checks!!!
Name: Ariela One Horse: Hmm.... how about little Nightfall Example Post: • A N G E L [color=navy• [/color][/size] it w.as lov.e fr.om ab.ove t.hat coul.d sa.ve m.e fro.m he.ll a.nd we da.nced on int.o t.he nig.ht
i ' v e b e e n w a i t i n g f o r t h i s She was ready. She'd been ready all along but she hadn't known till now, till Illusion, till he brought her back from the ledge, called her name, brought her back to the light, saved her life. Because although she'd been ready all along, she's never been ready for any equine but the one who stood beside her, so strong and bold and wonderful, so perfect and oh... oh, how she loved him, she loved him to death, loved him to the end of the Earth, she would die for him just as he had saved her life and how could she not be ready? And so, in a movement so natural and undeniably right, the dappled femme lifted her banner high, exposing the elegant curve of the bone so typical of her breed. Exposing her dock to Illusion, Angel felt her heart speed up, but it wasn't the speed of fear which she had so often felt with ice in this position. It was the speed of excitement, of confidence, of love and the knowledge that whatever happened Illusion would be there for her, there with her, they were together in this and they would be together in everything, together till the end, together till the death and nothing- nothing ever could tear them apart. That was the strength of love- stronger and death, stronger than hatred, stronger than the strongest flood, stronger than the hardest rock, stronger than the most muscular and well-formed horse in the arrowheads, stronger than Ice's wrath, stronger than the dulling numbness which had racked Angel's body since Sun's death, stronger than everything in the world all clumped together. It was so strong, so strong it had saved her life when nothing else could but touch her, and all for Illusion, so beautiful and perfect...
A sweet tasting, gentle and elusive breeze swept across the magnificently hued landscape, causing the brightly scattered flora to waver slightly and sway to the side. The lush verde grass felt soft and springy beneath her mud-caked hooves and the warm sun, sweet and less and less fleeting in the entrance of spring beat down gently on Angel's gray hued back, glowing so bright that it almost seemed to be the ivory color of freshly fallen snow. She felt so perfect, so right, so at ease, and the femme fatale felt her chassis relax and fold itself into the rhythm and the fragile beauty of nature. Everything was so right, so wonderful, and at that perfect moment a new emotion began to stir in the depths of her heart, fluttering and falling and then soaring... and as she fished for a suitable name for it only one completely right dubbance came to mind- pride. She was proud of herself, proud that she had overcome Ice, proud that she had made the descision, proud of her courage... but then she realized that it was not only herself that she was proud of then, it was Illusion too. Because she wouldn't be nearly this far without him, alone she would probably be dead by now, but thanks to Illusion she had a reason to be proud, a reason to live and love and laugh. A reason for a second chance. An even newer sensation then lit in her heart, and as she tilted coffee colored orbs skyward, taking in the beauty of her surroundings, the beauty of love, the dappled gray femme chose to hope once again.
m o m e n t a l l m y l i f e
• A N G E L [color=navy• [/color][/size] a.nd th.e v.oices ba.ng lik.e t.he ang.els s.ang a.nd we dance.d on i.nto th.e nig.ht[/right][/size] Will you be Active?: Of course! How many time will you be on in a week?: 5-7 as soon as school gets out[/size]
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Post by mythic on Jun 9, 2008 20:38:43 GMT -5
Name:Mythic Black Rose One Horse:Misleading Light Example Post: ( In the perspective of Misleading Light, of course) Flashback~ I walked lightly down the path, my black coat shining like a million black diamonds, walking slowly down to my latest herd. The leader was nice enough and so was everyone else, but I needed something else. Not kindness, but admiration. I was vain, I needed admiration like air and water. The leader had someone to love but I had my heart set on him. He was white, a stunning match to my pitch black. His name was Heaven's Teardrop. He was the most desired around, and so was I. It seemed only fit that we ended up together, not he with that scrawny little dapple gray filly, that's what she was, a filly. Barely over three and with a seven year old, she was too young to know about love. She needed to see what I could show her, life without love, without the pain of loss and death. In my world, I took care of myself and nobody else. She needed to see that that was best, and to get away from my future love. I walked over to her, her name was Dew Drop Fear, a fitting name for her. She looked up as I approached and nodded at me. Follow me. I said and faked a worried expression, like I was on edge. She followed as I thought up what I would say, still acting. I faced her with a look of concern and worry in my eyes. Behind that, hidden so no one would see, was the fire deep in my soul and burning free of control. I'm so, so sorry to tell you this but, Teardrop has been lying to you. He said he loved you but he doesn't. I saw him talking to another young mare and he said the exact same thing, the exact same way. He never loved you, you were a toy to him. I said my voice dripping with concern and compassion, which I held none of for this little filly. She looked shocked and hurt. It can't be true, he loves me, he loves me I know it! She said in desperation, her eyes brimming over with tears. No, I'm sorry. I'm sure of what I saw and heard, and I'm truly sorry to have to tell you but I didn't want you to get hurt more. I said looking at her, this frail little filly, shaking from pain. I can't stay here, I can't stay with that monster! She said and looked at him with a pained and disgusted look. I'll find someone else. Thank you for telling me, I hope we can meet again, really. Goodbye, she said and was gone running off, running away from the pain. Slowly my expression turned to triumph and glory, I had gotten the little filly away, not to finish the job. I walked slowly, my expression pained, toward Teardrop. He saw me and cantered up at my pained expression. What's wrong? He asked, true concern in his voice. She's gone. She just left... I said slowly, letting my words sink in. Who? He asked even more worried now then before. Dew Drop, she just came up to me, said goodbye and left. I don't know why, she was smiling as she was leaving. She seemed to have played you, like she never loved you. I said quietly. A pained looked crossed his features and he looked up at the sky and called to her, but she was too far away. He looked at me with so much pain, it was killing him. It's OK, you don't need her. If she never really loved you, she would have left soon anyway. I know her type. I said and nuzzled his neck. He laid his neck over mine and let a few lone tears drop. I smiled in my mind, this was all part of the plan. It was working. It wouldn't be too long until he depended on me and fell in love with me. That was the prize here, all along, his admiration and affection. ~End Flashback Will you be Active?: Yes, as much as possible and with school ending, I can be on more often. How many time will you be on in a week?: 3-4 maybe more on a slow week. Summer can be pretty busy.
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Post by Saundra {Muffins} on Jun 10, 2008 11:40:19 GMT -5
Name: Saundra {Muffins} One Horse: hmm... how about Fiery Ghost? Example Post:
The silver figure began to emerge from the growing fog, her dark muzzle was the only way you could pick her out of the fog. As the fog grew denser the mare started to think of the fact that she may never find her way out of the foggy valley, you couldn't tell right from left and sky from ground. The sun wasn't shining, which didn't help much, and the air was cold like winter yet it was mid summer already. Why the heck did I wander into this hole in the earth anyways? She thought angrily.
Her mind filled with images of the stallion who had chased her into this hole. Her frown creased even more at the thought of the stallion, she had thought she could trust him. Turns out he was another stallion just wanting an Arabian to mess around with, but in the end she was faster then the brute. Did he think he could out run an Arabian? She laughed. Just then she saw the end of the valley, and how inviting it looked from all the fog she had seen. As her white and silver frame disappeared the land on which she stood rang out with her laughter and with the words, Run like an Arabian. The foggy land would always remember the short day that Fiery Ghost walked upon it's earthen stone.
Will you be Active?: Of course! I always try! How many time will you be on in a week?: At least three times a week sometimes less or more, I do have vacations to go on with my family!
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Post by horsegirl1592 on Jun 12, 2008 8:35:45 GMT -5
Name: Lucky Cricket One Horse: Satan's Angelic Pride
Example Post: The land was in ruins, dark, gloomy, and dreary. Not many horses so far had come from the rubble and debris and unless something magical happened there wouldn't be many. Only the strongest would survive, but if that was so, then what happened to the "feared one" or Spiritspawn. There wasn't a guarantee of surviving, but there always wasn't a guarantee that all horses were dead. It sure seemed like it, but until the lands would start to slowly clear, no one would know just how many survived. So far, there were only two factions occupying the darker of the lands. The undead along with Satan's other two followers and then just the extremely dark. Rosie and Rache were Satan's mare and stag. They ruled together and existed in harmony and now Rosie's new, sort of adoptive yearling. Satan's Angelic Pride, or Angel for short.
This young mare or filly was in training. She had seemed like she could take over the world, but she didn't know any better. She had started to learn how to control herself, but then again her attitude popped out quite often. She still had a long ways ahead of her. She herself thought she had grown and become more mature, but much to the contrary was the reality of her attitude. She had just tried to kick Dreamweaver off of her land, but decided against it with Dreamy's and Rosie's better advice. It seemed like she could never be free, but then again, she'd be a yearling or a little older on her own trying to conquer land. That wouldn't prove much competition to Dreamy or Rosie, but especially seeing where she came from. She had the power of Satan behind her and then two together could create a huge havoc if you betrayed them.
Now, Angel's parents were greedy, a trait she adopted from them. She wasn't necessarily the same sort of greedy, but she did make herself seem like an elitist and all-knowing. Otherwise, she was nothing like the lot. Her mother, Velvet, was a weak dark, almost on the verge of neutral. Her mother didn't know what she wanted and didn't know her true heart. Although, Velvet did prove herself in a worthy battle against Dream, but that wasn't enough to convince dear old Angel that her mother was truly a dark. Her father was a dark, but he was greedy wanting his half-brother's powers and title. Surprisingly, her father's brother was Spiritspawn. This is why he went mad. You see, way back when, Spiritspawn killed off Magic's family and that enraged him, causing Magic to seek revenge. You see, Angel was in training with Rosie because of those two reasons. She didn't want to end up like darks like them. She wanted to be like Rosie and Angel truly looked up to her, as a motherly figure. Rosie had been harsh so far and far worse would probably come, but Angel was learning quickly and become strong willed and hearted day by day.
Will you be Active?: Yes, I will. I want to start Rping more on here. How many time will you be on in a week?: Depends on my schedule and activities but at least 3 times a day.
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Post by Reflection on Jun 14, 2008 12:47:16 GMT -5
Name:Reflection One Horse: Patronus Example Post:
D.ancing G.hosts F.ill T.he M.ind, S.ashaying T.hrough H.er H.eart B.ut T.heir F.aces D.o N.ot S.mile I.t S.hows T.he P.ain T.hey S.tart
As lightning streaked through the darkened skies, and thunder crashed violently into audition the vixen stood unmovingly. She did not think, and she did not care of anything. She was nothing. No, rather she was worse then nothing. For she was clearly not nearly lucky enough to be nothing. No…she used to be a butterfly, fluttering with secrets to tell, beautiful, true, and genuine…but one day that butterfly was lured and crushed, and all that remained of the butterfly in the end, was the dust of it’s wing… That’s what she was. The dust of a butterfly’s wing. A wretched thing, because it shows that a horror fell at once, and took toll quickly, while painfully destroying the beauty that was once was treasured with such pleasure. Gray and somber. There was nothing left for her. And death would be something she would most greatly appreciate. She had gotten over her days of taking her pain out on others for the purpose of relieving herself of it. Through, in the end that had only brought a worser bill anyway. No, now she had well…she didn’t quite know. And that’s what pained her so dreadfully. She was torn…she was a ragged thing, she was a old filthy ragdoll, lost after a hurricane and abandoned with no remorse, torn and tugged and ripped. She was a…oh, it matters not. For all this is describing is the fact that she is so horridly enough, Something, instead of nothing. …If she was nothing, then she would suffer no pain, she would no longer be haunted by memories. No longer…But that wasn’t what it was now was it? No... Through this realizations though she did not stir still. She stood. Rooted to the wretched earth of which she was bound to, Awaiting the death she yearned for so dearly…
P.iroretting U.p T.ill Dawn S.creaming T.,hrough T,he Night W.hisper O.f T.he D.ay L.osing S.ense O.f M.ight
As Lightning flashed again and The thunder pounded through the cloaked skies, The tobaino pelt of the cursed vixon shone in a gleaming array, and her deep emerald chasms glowed with a rare hue, through it was plain as ever, the absolute pain the glimmered searingly underneath that hue. As the storm loomed closer the vixen watched it blankly, lost in something she knew not of. As the thunder crashed once more a streak of lightnings sliced down searing into a forlorn tree in the distance, lighting it in flames. As the flames slowly licked down the trees and ever so sluggishly slithered onto the grass, it seemed as if the whole meadow would in time become alit, until the rain came forth and doused the flames swiftly. No feelings stirred inside of the fae as the flames were doused, not relief, nor disappointment. Nothing. Suddenly though a new sound echoed through the vixen’s auds, pounding into her mind, until she felt as if she were about to fall into a never ending crevice to escape the pain, as a force of memoir dragged her helpless heart into another flashback…
“Greetings M’lady. My name is Indian Banner, but most call me Summer.” The glossy rose hued black femme sneered, mockingly imitating the handsome buckskin paint who had just spoken. The glimmer of soft and sweet teasing faded away instantly in his chasms, and a hurt gleam replaced it, as he nodded a farwell and cantered away hurt and confused. Disbelief struck the tobaino vixen who stood next to the rose hued fae, and she turned and exclaimed Salem! W-..What WAS That FOR!? Salem smirked and stated with pleasure at her friend’s confusion, swiftly sneering You LIKED him didn’t You Patronus? Well, I could expect no less. You do have no taste in what stags to like and flirt with, and which saps to have fun with by ruining their day, Well, anyway I must be leaving now, I’m meeting up with Sapphire later and you’re not invited, sorry, and I’ll talk to you later, Once you understand how much you should appreciate me for keeping you away from lame stags like that. Tears filled Patronus’s emerald chasms as she watched Salem prance away. And as Patronus stood watching pathetically she couldn’t help but wish that Whispered Song were here, though for quite some time now, Whisper had seemed to be avoiding her when she was around Salem. Though, if Whisper wasn’t going to be reasonable, then Patronus might as well keep hanging out with Salem, who actually was reasonable…Most of the time…Though... this all seemed too much for patronus at this time, and even through trying desprately to keep her emotions together, there was no stopping that one painful tear from slipping down her cheek…Another tear in the fabric…
As the vixen was plummeted back into reality, it took her a few moments to gather herself, and to think through things…What had triggered that flashback? Then as the lightning crashed again, the answer was revealed. Through the light of the streaks of lightning, a gleaming buckskin stag was revealed, his coffee orbs glittering with something Patronus couldn’t identify. Something stirred inside Patronus for a split second, before turning her glowing emerald chasms away from him and back to the heat of the storm. As the moments of scilence passed by, Patronus settled back into the scattered mosaic of dust that she was. Nothing, and yet something. And was empty. Hollow. She felt nothing again. And yet that was far from true, because she felt an immense amount of pain. So very much that she wouldn’t help but accidently let off guard for a second to relieve herself. Though in that one second, she caught another glimpse of the stag, standing so respectfully…And so, she turned her painfilled chasms to him in a blank suffering stare. She had simply meant to…well she didn’t know. Emotions that she held no control of had taken control in that on off guard second, and she couldn’t seem to get her bearings. Though through this rushed process of trying to stop the memories from flooding back, she took one moment to glance back at the stag and in that one moment, lightning struck in the background, illuminating the stag more, and so her gaze suddenly froze on him in disbelief. As lightning flashed again, the stag’s bodice seemed to mirage into the form of Indian Banner, the only horse she had ever truly loved, and she had loved him at first sight, as well as lost him at first sight. That sudden rememberence of pain and realization struck the voxen violently as she stared violently and suddenly her emotions overwhelmed her, tearing through her ruthlessly. And as they dragged her in through this stag’s gaze she suddenly broke free and ducked her head stumbling back, tears falling from her chasms.
B.ut C.onfusion S.rikes T.he D.ance A.s A.nother F.ades B.ack I.n M.emoirs L.ock T.hem I.n A. T.rance A.s C.hasms C.hill T.heir B.ones
She stood silently, the tears falling softly, it had been such a long time since she had remembered Indian Banner. And she wished now, that she had never, never, never trusted Salem…but it was too late now. Though after what felt like hours the vixen raised her tiara painfully, and watched the stag with tear stained cheeks, and chasms welling with pain. As she watched him silently, suddenly she felt his words from before still hanging unnoticed, and she knew that those words were what had triggered the flashback. The words…and the voice. Blaze. Golden Blaze… As the vixen settled her pain glowing emerald chasms on his coffee orbs she suddenly felt the reality. She wasn’t having another flashback. As she was plunged into realization, she felt as if she had been drenched with ice cold water. Out of habit The vixen felt harsh bitter words forming juicily inside her maw, but the instant before she spoke them, words she had not depended on tumbled out instead, for they were the true words she needed to know.
Why Are You Here?
She asked the pain vibrating clearly in her tonation. Because honestly, why was he here? Why was he bothering? Why was he here in this storm? Why did he bring her these strange emotions? These questions flooded her mind in a fury of pain. She just wanted to die. So why did fate decide to torture and taunt her with signs of life? Why couldn’t she rid herself of this pain? As lightning streaked down once again the question that struck her the deepest took place in her heart, and as she replayed it, it quivered in fear, Why did he feel like Whisper?
A.s T.he C.old W.ind S.weeps T.hem F.orth D.isaster S.rikes T.he S.oul I.ce S.rikes T.he H.eart A.s p.ain G.rabs H.er , T.aking T.oll
Will you be Active?: ABSOLUTELY! ;D ;D ;D ;D How many time will you be on in a week?: 5-7 days
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Post by Thanos on Jun 16, 2008 18:00:34 GMT -5
Name: Thanos One Horse: Dark Angel maybe, haven't even used her yet... Example Post: She walks to school with the lunch she packed Nobody knows what she's holdin' back Wearin' the same dress she wore yesterday She hides the bruises with linen and lace The fae stood on a large cliff. Golden eyes looked blankly over the landscape. Nothing was here in the barren land she looked across, no wind to ripple her mane, to pull her tail. Nothing to remind her of herself. Nothing to stop her from hiding from herself. From her feelings and emense hurt. Golden brown eyes closed as the sun set. Yet still she did not move, nothing did. Nothing would come out here, nothing thought she was worth it. Because she might as well not of existed. No one knew her, no one saw her. She was a shadow of her former self. Of who she had been once apon a time. Yes once apon a time she had been something else. She had been once apon a time. She had been known and loved by all. But then terror struck by the name of Exavier. The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask It's hard to see the pain behind the mask Bearing the burden of a secret storm Sometimes she wishes she was never born
Her mother had been out the year she turned one. When she came back she brought a small colt who was a chestnut paint. He was just a colt right? What trouble could he cause? Everyone welcomed him with open arms, but by the time she was two he had killed her father and all the other colts in the herd. He abused the mares and tortured them, enjoying their screams, laughing as he ripped wounds in their pelts. One day she went out and found a small abandoned filly, her eyes were a gorgess blue and her pelt was white. She brought her back with her, adopting her as her sister, caring for her. But in two weeks time he killed her because she had tried to stand up for their rights. She lost it then and there and killed him before running away, never to return. The next year she wandered alone and found arrowheads. She has stood on this same spot for nearly a month. Somebody cries in the middle of the night The neighbors hear, but they turn out the lights A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate When morning comes it'll be too late Her pelt was a black paint, from far away the lines blended together to form a grey colour. She was counting on that and staying still enough to keep others away from her. No one had even so much as come into sight of her yet. Which was amazing seeing as the land was as flat as could be besides that cliff. A ragged sigh shook her pelt, the scars had healed, invisible to the eye but inside... A statue stands in a shaded place An angel girl with an upturned face A name is written on a polished rock A broken heart that the world forgot She stayed still again, no more movement, her breathing was invisible unless you searched hard for the slight movement. She opened her eyes again to the moonlight. No one, no body, nothing. Never again would she meet someone, see someone, allow herself to be someone. Through the wind and the rain She stands hard as a stone In a world that she can't rise above But her dreams give her wings And she flies to a place where she's loved Concrete angel Will you be Active?: as much as possible How many time will you be on in a week?: At least three
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k2ishorse
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^ yaay! I maketh my avatar! Look familiar, Reflection? XD
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Post by k2ishorse on Jun 19, 2008 18:15:13 GMT -5
Name: k2ishorse One Horse: Dream Breeze Example Post: (50 words, soo easy!) ~Don't let your DREAMS float away on a BREEZE~In my field of paper flowers And candy clouds of lullaby I lie inside myself for hours And watch my purple sky fly over me A beautiful white femme with her tresses and banner floating like a fog stood in her secret garden. She almost smiled to herself, but her memories told her no. Instead, she layed down in the paper flowers and pretended that they were real, and smelt good. She watched the fluffy clouds inflame and dissappear under a purple horizon. Then she smiled. But that smile shocked her back to herself, and she was once again in the rocky cavern that was her prison. Her own personal Askaban. Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming Cannot cease for the fear Of silent nights Oh how I long for the deep sleep dreaming The goddess of imaginary light Abruptly, she stood up, daggers against stone sending off echoes into the cavern. She ran a flat-out gallop to the enterence, her instincts telling her to go. But it was still guarded by the two soldier stallions, and they were glaring at her. Realizing her situation, she stopped and sighed a sigh of sadness, grief, and pain. When would she ever escape... When would she ever escape?But suddendly, she awoke to the sound of someone screaming. After a mineut, she realized that it was her. The nightmare that haunted her would never let her get a wink of rest, would it? She closed her mouth, smothering the rusty sound of her tonsils scraping together with her throght. [/size] Bring me to life...Will you be Active?: (Tell the truth!) Now that it's summer vacation, I surely WILL BE ACTIVE!!! How many time will you be on in a week?: (Tell the truth!) Hmm... If people start replying to my posts, *hint hint*, I'll be on at least five times. Otherwise, two to three. Lyrics: Paper Flowers and Bring Me To Life by Evanescence
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Post by Mage on Jun 23, 2008 23:44:23 GMT -5
Name: Mage One Horse: Fantasia Example Post:
A lonely figure walked over the mare grounds. Her head was hung low and her ribs were visable from her not eating well. The problem was not that there was not enough vegatation for her but the fact that depression had hit her hard and the poor painted fae was giving up upon life and quickly. She managed to get a drink once in a while and maybe a bite here and there but she had a loss of appitite and so she did not eat enough to survive. Her head never straight with her body or higher and she spoke to none. Her beautiful chocolate orbs seemed to be glazed over as if she was nothing but a body roaming the earth.
She stood tall even after being forcebred at an early age and then when her first foal died because of harsh cold weather she got herself out of that situation. She had sunk down after getting away always thinking about how she couldn't save her foal but she finally made herself stronger and promised herself she would never be hurt again and she would stay strong no matter what for you had to take the hard to get the good. Then Justice lost to Desore, though this should have made her life miserable for Justice was the nicer of the two but she had brought out a different horse in Desore. She fell for him, happy to be with him and be his mare. Then he left without a word...Fantasia was heartbroken and then had to take in a new stallion to what she had called home. But she only stayed to hope that Desore would return and take her back. She decided to accept that Clockwork was her stallion and wanted a foal even though she wanted Desore to be the father but that seemed to be out of the question. Clockwork disappeared before Fantasia even had the foal but Fantasia didn't care much until the foal was born and killed by a cat.
After her second foal was killed she ran away to the mare grounds and now that is where she is. With no need to live on for she had wanted a foal so bad and once again she got to watch it die in front of her. Her hooves dragged over the green grass and she walked into a watering hole and waded in for a bit, taking in a small drink. She would return to the claiming grounds just to be in a place that will offer a little protection though she didn't trust any stallion to even fullfill that either. Will you be Active?: As much as possible How many time will you be on in a week?:probably about once or twice a week, until I get my laptop
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