[heterochromia]

Equitragus Cabiger or Itrags(EE-tr-ags) are a recombinant species that are a clever cross between a Sable and a Horse. The horse is most prominant in the shape of head, back legs, and tail. The Sable dominates the rest of the body. Every Itrag has two horns on its head, and the facial markings of the sable have disappeared as they were on mostly unnaturally colored Itrags which have now all but gone extinct(They will show up sometimes). Rarely, the Itrags will be seen with a sable tail. The males have beards on their chins for mating season in the wild where the larger the beard, the better their chances of attracting a female. The species is also gaited.

To get this mare, please write a poem about her "dark secret" Ends 1/27/13

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Username:
Name of Itrag:
Gender: Mare
Poem:

[Charchar2]

I'll enter ^^ c:

[heterochromia]

I'll enter ^^ c:

Thanks! :3

[SerenWish]

Username: SerenWish
Name of Itrag: Murdina
Gender: Mare
Poem:
Shadowed Hearts,
Shadowed Minds,
A tiny soul lost to a world.
Not a moment of love, no moment of solace
Only cold and quiet and seeping darkness.

A mother's love will not bring him back
Say goodbye, say farewell.
No tears or crying brings him back.
Say so long, do not tell-

of the heartache that still pains you
Loss is a burden that is not seen
It plagues you, and wears you down
It is where we are going and where we have been.

Say goodbye, say farewell-
Forget his memory, do not tell.

(Little poem about her losing a foal that was born dead, or stillborn.)

[rochester.]

Username: ann1016
Name of Itrag: Rhenza
Gender: Mare
Poem: Bleh. Brain Freeze. Several horrible poems. I'll do something tomorrow.
Running Storm,
Wild Wind,
Dark Form,
My fur he wanted to skin,
It came like a swarm,
My heart he intended to win.
But not with love,
He wanted to capture it,
To kill, to shove,
On my body he wanted to spit.
Murderers shooting,
The Owls hooting,
Life booting,
Booting me out of it.
A deal was made,
My body was laid,
Death was paid,
and I was back in it.

[teresa8oats]

Username: teresa8oats
Name of Itrag: Hicsamara (means I am here in Latin i belive)
Gender: Mare
Poem:
I am here
Here i am
Running wild and free
Happy Sun
Sleeping Night
I watch over thee
While you play in greener pastures
While you stand in gloomy stalls
I fill thee with happy laphter
I comfert you with peaceful calls
But just remember
I am here
Here i am
Running wild and free

[lillylove90]

Username: lillylove90
Name of Itrag: Dancer
Gender: Mare
Poem:
Quiet, noble, proud, and sleek.
Those are the horses that we seek.
Wonderful, quiet, can't be tamed.
Reckless and wild.
Young and strong.
A beautiful mane, a flowing tail-
It makes our hearts run on a never ending trail,
Dancing, and prancing, we follow the path,
To the place where our minds can lay at last,
Under the stars and the moon so bright,
Lying with a beautiful horse tonight.