[elliott.]

Username: Squeez
Name: Tamisson
Gender: Female
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Haiku! I love these too much:

Glorious white female standing strong,
In an ancient field of glorious flowers
As bright as the Sun.

[angelshy]

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[grizzly.]

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[shishou]

Username: ActualCannibalShia
Name: Arthur
Gender: Male
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A piece of ugly art by me.

[koegami]

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[astral.]

res so hard

[Ill]

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Cojinxleafbelle
Name:
Caryss Cadenza
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I hear it.
They, the townsfolk, are calling upon me, thinking they have wit.

A war they are fighting, I know it to be true.
It is my help, that they ask, as they coo.

Have I not spoken enough to show them that my fighting days are over?
I wish not for blood to be spilled, but for peace, moreover.

I will not help them in their fight.
Not in day, nor in night.

This, I have cried.
Now, I will hide.

Not from the foe, but from the friend.
There dependence on me must end.

Back, I must go, to my home in the colored drops of rainbow light.
The waterfall, hidden behind shadow but bathed in light.
A place where I am out of their sight.

I must hurry now, for I'm losing time.
Writing down with quill, my duty as protector, I resign.
I escape through the back, hidden amidst spruce and pine.

They ask each other, where does one find,
The wondrous unicorn who's lost her mind?
With all the scrolls that made her blind.

We must find her, they cry,
Looking to the sky.
As I let out a sigh.

They are looking to far, looking to wide.
When truly, I was just outside.
Into the forest I now stride.

They say I am lost, but truly they are.
Thinking years of war will get them far.
It is because of this ignorance I escape without a scar.

[hypersomn.ia]

once said, "Unicorns live beneath apple trees, as well as those of ash." So why, then, am I walking down the city's street? I may look typical, but I assure you that is not the case. I'm simply not a whole unicorn, but that's getting off track. I'm here for the scenery. It is currently 5pm on a Thursday. It's busy, but not crowded, and the sun shines through the street, brightening the brick walls in a beautiful scarlet color. The restaurants are packed and stores won't be closing for a couple more hours. My timing couldn't be more perfect.

I'm a photographer, and I love the sun, which is unusual when unicorns represent the moon. I come to this same spot whenever I can. Every sunset is different, and so are sunrises. This evening is pure gold, and I am loving every minute of it. The sun sinks a little more, the hues change slightly, and I try a different angle. Every evening is like this, in a different part of town. The magazine loves it. My section is called Seasonal Suns, since the editions aren't too common. Of course, I take more pictures than just my favorite star. I also sell prints of other photos I take, including flowers, wildlife, city life, anything really. Photography is much more fun than you might think.

My name is Carmella, by the way. Carmella Stones, pleased to make your acquaintance. Oh, my horn? Yes, my horn does have abilities. It bares light, literally and metaphorically. I can spread positive energy like a plague. It helps a lot with interviews. There's a lot of tension in the media world. Well, I hope I didn't bother you too long. Good day!

Carmella Stones, Female, Photographer
Written by TheUnicornSorceress

[Gleib Jelky]

Username: Gleib Jelky
Name: Caris
Gender: Female
Poem: By Amery

The sun rose high into the sky,
Caris watched as the deer walked by.

Lifting her head, her horn caught the sun,
and suddenly the deer started to run.

Letting out a sigh she sat up and saw,
The sun shining through the leaves of the trees,
moments passed and a bird let out a caw,
Caris rolled over and played with her keys.

From birth her mother gave them to her,
so that no matter the trials or pain,
Caris could hold them close to her fur,
and forever be happy in the rain.

Though she may be an outsider to most,
her heart is still gentle and kind,
and though she could do with some toast,
she'll settle for an intelligent mind.

Her love for balloons is often upset,
because of the sword atop her head,
but despite the things she'll never get,
she'll always try to stay ahead.

[Seali1]

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