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Gorgeous !
username:sapphirespirit
name:Marinette
Age:6
Personality:she's short tempered and fiesty. She's a bit of a handful and is highly opinionative, she isn't afraid to speak her mind. she can be your best firend, or your worst enemy. She isn't terribly fond of large groups or loud noises. She can be a bit of a loner. She isn't looking for love, nor is she denying it. She isn't always patient, and she is set in her ways. She refuses to take no for an answer, and will defend those she holds dear to the very death if need be. Love her or hate her, quite Frankly, my dears, she doesn't really care.
Art-Due to lack of time, here's a quick oekaki . coloring isnt the best, but im content with the collab. Clickeh
Activity:Breeding, artwork, MAYBE rp.
Likes/Dislikes:
She enjoys her solitude, and more oft than not the darker side of pranks. She loves the sorts of things most happy go lucky GoS's would find to their distaste. She is the darker counter part of her species. She loves scary stories and thunderstorms.
She isn't fond of large groups or loud noises. She isn't fond of Foals, either, though if she ever had some of her own she would defend them feircely. She doesn't like attention, despite what her coat pattern would suggest.
Theme Song: WIP
Poem:
When you hear the crisp rattles in the wind,
The pitter patter of your heart will rise,
There will not be a hand for one to lend,
And alone, Your courage will take it's flight.
When the gurgles of the water below
grow rapid, and you're weary, lacking sleep,
Steer clear from those heavy, dark undertows,
Don't go in the waves, Dare not take a peek.
For she is lurking in the dark, She is
waiting for her chance,to catch you off guard,
In those deep and White rolling waves of Fizz,
Be you poet, fisher, man, girl, or bard.
In those choppy waters she lies in wait,
waiting for some to take her pretty bait.
Short Story: Well, this was great. Just great. Here she was, minding her own, when they appeared. The buzzards of the sea. Her ears twitched in annoyance, kissers and teeth tugging the emerald shoots from the sandy bottom. Below her, snapping at her waving locks, were three crabs. Adolescents, she assumed, immature. She wondered if the land equines had pests that circled their faces as well. She bared her teeth and stomped at them, her flipper waving in agitation. A snort erupted form her nostrils, a stream of bubbles rocketing skyward as she did so. She wished they'd go away. She had tuned them out, and was lost in her thoughts, when a pain shot through her head fins. The little buggars had clamped onto her fin! With a deep bray of anger, she shook her head and took to some odd water bucking, swimming frantic circles around herself.After much commotion, the crab let go, and was sent spiraling into the blue, its comrades skittering after it. Amused and satisfied with herself, she swam off, spiraling through the large kelp fields. Her fortress of solitude. No shark nor fellow guardian could pester her here. Here', her unique coat was accepted. It was camouflage in the kelp leaves. HEr only comrades here were the minute seahorses. No crabs to snip her fins, no sharks to nibble her flesh, no Guardians to stretch her patience. It was peaceful. Here, she couldn't get into any trouble. Though, it seemed trouble was her constant bedfellow.
Foals: X
