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[Crazycookiemonster]

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A Lily of the Night
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Lily
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4 years
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Mustang/Frisian
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Mare
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I am relatively tall with a long wavy black, with hints of brown, mane and tail. My coat is for the most part black, but in sunlight can take on the appearance of a dark brown. I have withers that are black but with hint of brown. My eyes are a dark brown.
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I am stubborn as a bull and will refuse to do anything if it is not my own design, I am also not easily swayed to others through words. I believe actions speak louder then words and would rather see someone prove themselves then useless talk. But I do have a kinder side where I become very protective of those who I deem worthy of my care and attention, which are usually only foals and needy mares. However, I do become very annoyed with mares that have this mentality that its all about them. I can be a be closed and tend to stay to the back of the herd, but I can be open to those who need someone.
.:h i s t o r y:.
My upbringing was for the most part normal. I was born to the lead mare which gave me a graced life, but not so much form my brother. I had a twin who went by the name of Shaded Destiny, as we were both born at a night of the full moon, but he died a few months after birth. This caused a small rift with my mother and she became very withdrawn from life and soon died from a broken heart after my first year. She just laid down to sleep and never woke up. So I was raised by my father to some extent, but mostly I grew up by myself. My father was kind and just but old so he was soon over thrown by a younger stallion, a young colt friend of mine. He was killed and I couldn't stay with the herd any more so I left to find a new herd. This made me a withdrawn person in life as I am afraid to get attached to to many things as they just crumble.

[--Miz--]

Call me a sinner, call me a saint
Tell me it's over I'll still love you the same
Call me your favorite, call me the worst
Tell me it's over I don't want you to hurt
It's all that I can say. So, I'll be on my way

I finally put it all together,
But nothing really lasts forever
I had to make a choice that was not mine,
I had to say goodbye for the last time
I kept my whole life in suitcase,
Never really stayed in one place
Maybe that's the way it should be,
You know I live my life like a gypsy

{Mare}~{Mateless}~{3Years}

Name {{:My name is Hollywood Hicktown.No formalities with me though,and I will not answer to my full name unless it is an important situation.On the other hand,I will answer to Hicktown at all times.If you are of decent character I may even respond to Holly.
Gender {{:Mare.I thought this was quite obvious.

Personality {{:I admit I am a mess,sort of hard to handle.I can't help that sometimes I want away from others.I can be extremely protective,but to reveal this side I would have to have something to protect.I am a very loving mare,but can be very moody.These times are obvious because I will avoid any interaction that I can.


History {{: [b]It all runs together,and is the typical one two of a normal wild horse.I was born,weaned,and given the choice of staying in my birth herd or leaving.Having quite the adventurous streak even at a year old I chose to leave.I had stars in my eyes,dreams of having a herd,a mate,and foals.That's no quite how it played out though,so at 3 I am still herd less and foal less.That's not to say that I did not avoid stallions.Some I watched,pondering whether or not to reveal myself.Nothing felt right about them though.A few did see me though,and I had to run just as fast as possible away.These encounters usually left me out of energy for days at a time.

Relationships {{: I currently am in no relationship,and it will probably stay that way.Unless,on the off chance,I am welcomed into a herd and promoted to lead mare.Besides,I didn't think that horses formed relationships.

Character © xX-Mojo-Xx
Form © {P h o e n i x}
Photos © Their rightful owners
Revised with permission from Apocalyptic Eclipse

I will make a stallion later

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{{Both accepted}

[--Miz--]

Without you
I live it up a little more every day
Without you
I'm seeing myself so differently
I didn't wanna believe it then
But it all worked out in the end
When I watched you walk away
Well I never thought I'd say
I'm fine
Without you

Cause something's changed
You've been acting so strange
and it's taking its toll on me
It's safe to say that I'm ready to let you leave

{Stallion~{Herdless}~{5Years}

Name {{:My name is Slews Verdict,given to me because of my lineage's racing history.My sire's sire was Seattle Slew,and I inherited part of the name.I would prefer to be called Judge,not Slews Verdict.
Gender {{:Stallion.I thought this was quite obvious.

Personality {{:I am a stallion,and behave as most will.Very protective,and want to pass on my bloodlines.I even had a herd at one time,but having lost it I got even worse of an attitude.I can be forceful at times,and have a hair trigger temper.I want a herd again,plain and simple.I was a ruler,and I want to be in control again


History {{: [b]I was born to a dumpy little farm and,hearing the call of the wild,escaped shortly after I was weaned.From there I adjusted to the wild life and flourished.At age 3 I got my first mare,and promptly started a herd.I would snake from smaller herds or force loners,threatening to kill.Not that i would,but they didn't know that.After a year a larger stallion came and stole every mare,even the lead mare who had become my "mate".That event made me even colder,and I vowed to build a new herd up even larger.

Relationships {{: I currently am not in any relationship.Not my fault of course,I fought tooth and hoof for that back stabber.As you can see,this isn't a nice subject for me.

Character © xX-Mojo-Xx
Form © {P h o e n i x}
Photos © Their rightful owners
Revised with permission from Apocalyptic Eclipse

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[Crazycookiemonster]

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[lynettetan1]

Ace of Spades

http://www.flickr.com/photos/anemoneprojectors/4993999251/

Nickname(s): Ace or Spade, but he prefers Spade
Age: 6
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Mustang? He isn't too sure himself.

Personality: Spade can come across as cold, and distant, and commonly is like that to other horses, he doesnt really flirt, and is generally straight to the point. He has a mysterious air around him, and is quite silent. You really have to get used to silence, around him. He might snake sometimes, but most of the time, he doesn't need to as he lures mares in with mysterious ways, appearing and disappearing almost like a ghost. If a mare is in his band, he generally is quite nice to be around. He will be less quiet, answering things if necessary(Though still pretty stoic), showing his love by action, not words. He shows his care in a slightly pushy way, though its quite obvious he cares. He is quite soft with his mares, but is always alert. If anyone threatens his mares, his fury will be unstoppable. Though he doesnt talk very much other then mutter a few words, though by his actions, its quite obvious to tell his feelings. This stallion is generally very quiet, sturdy, safe. He is also quite intelligent, and is a very good protector. Anything threatening his herd will immediately be run off by this quiet equine without a thought, so don't you dare try. He will never give up a mare, not until he's dead.
History: He lived a pretty chaotic, being born to a stallion with a large band. He liked merely observing things from young, not much of a talker. At three months old, he witnessed another stallion coming and snaking a few mares including his mother. He still remembers running up to the stallion, trying to get his mother back, rearing and snorting, his little hooves feeling like a fly, for all the effect it had. He remembers being hit by the stallions hooves, and him bucking in pain before he fainted.

When he woke up, he found out his father just given up the mares, not wanting to risk getting injured further. Spade was given to another mare who had birthed early and lost her foal to the harshness of winter, so she still had milk. Spade still hates his father for that, and vowed to himself he would get stronger. As he was rather muscled and yet light on his feet, by having the conviction to get stronger, he challenged many of the other foals just for fun, but with every challenge, he grew stronger. Soon, he was winning all the fights. At two, he before he grew any stronger, his father kicked him out quickly, fearing his own life as he knew Spade's feelings.

Spade joined a bachelor group, not wanting to start a band for fear of the same thing happening to him. He challenged the other stallions repeatedly for practice, and continued getting stronger. He continued until the age of six, when he felt slightly more confident that he could protect a band, so he left, to start searching for a band, though he never stopped honing his skills.
Herd: His own.
Rank: Lead stallion

Crush: No one
Mate: None.
Foals: None.
Other Family: They're alive, but he doesn't really know where they are.
Other: The picture is not mine, I got it from flickr, I think it was allowed.

[Spare]

MY FORMS ARE A WIP. I'M MAKING 2 MARES, 1 STALLION.

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ᴅᴇsᴛɪɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ

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ᴅᴇsᴛɪɴʏ

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ᴍᴀʀᴇ

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ғᴏᴜʀ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏʟᴅ

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ᴍᴜsᴛᴀɴɢ ᴄʀᴏss

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ᴄʜᴇsᴛɴᴜᴛ sᴀʙɪɴᴏ sᴘʟᴀsʜ ─ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ʙʟᴜᴇ [ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴘʟᴀsʜ ɢᴇɴᴇ]

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ɴᴏɴᴇ

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ʟᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴀʀᴇ

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ɴᴏɴᴇ

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ᴅᴇsᴛɪɴʏ ɪs ᴀ ϙᴜɪᴛᴇ sᴛᴜʙʙᴏʀɴ ᴍᴀʀᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ, sʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴀ ʙᴜɴᴄʜ ᴏғ ғᴜɴ. sʜᴇ'ᴅ ᴘʀᴇғᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ωɪᴛʜ ᴀ sᴛᴀʟʟɪᴏɴ, ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍᴀʀᴇ; ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʟʟ sᴇᴇᴍ sᴏ ғʟɪʀᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴏsʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʏᴘɪᴄᴀʟ sʜᴏω─ᴏғғs ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ. ᴀʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ sʜᴇ ɪs ϙᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴀ ғʟɪʀᴛ ʜᴇʀsᴇʟғ, sʜᴇ's ᴠᴇʀʏ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ ᴀʟsᴏ. ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ, sʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ʜᴀʀᴅ─ᴛᴏ─ɢᴇᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ωɪʟʟ ᴜsᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴅ ᴜᴘ ωᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ωᴀʏ ɪᴛ ωᴀs sᴜᴘᴘᴏsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ. ᴏғᴛᴇɴ, sʜᴇ's ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴄᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ sᴏ sᴇʟғɪsʜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟsᴇ, ʟᴏᴠɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇɪɴɢ sᴏᴄɪᴀʟ Ձમ/7. sʜᴇ'ᴅ ᴀʟωᴀʏs ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʜᴇʀ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴅɪsᴛᴜʀʙ ᴏʀ ɪɢɴᴏʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ. ᴀʟsᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ғᴏʀɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ, sʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇs ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ sᴍᴀʟʟ ᴛʀɪᴘs/ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏs; ɪᴛ's ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴏʙʙɪᴇs, ᴇxᴘʟᴏʀɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ғɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ɴᴇω ᴛʜɪɴɢs.

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ʙᴏʀɴ ωɪᴛʜɪɴ ᴀ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ʜᴇʀᴅ, ᴅᴇsᴛɪɴʏ ωᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜɪᴇsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ sᴛʀᴏɴɢᴇsᴛ ғᴏᴀʟ ʙᴏʀɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴇᴀʀ, ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴀᴠᴏᴜʀɪᴛᴇ'ᴅ sᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛ ᴀωᴀʏ. ᴀs sᴏᴏɴ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʟʟʏ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ Ձ, sʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛ ─ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴅ sᴛᴀʟʟɪᴏɴ ωᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʜᴇʀ; sʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛ ᴄᴏᴀᴛ, ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛ ғɪɢᴜʀᴇ, ɴᴏᴛ ғᴏʀɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ sʜᴇ ωᴀs sᴛɪʟʟ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏᴜɢʜ. ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ sʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ωᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ, ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅ sɴᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴀ 'ɴᴏ' ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴏғғ ᴛᴏωᴀʀᴅs ᴀ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘ ᴏғ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ғɪʟʟɪᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀʀᴇs. ᴅᴀʏs ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ωᴇᴇᴋs, ωᴇᴇᴋs ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍᴏɴᴛʜs, ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇsᴛɪɴʏ ғɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀɴ ─ sɴᴇᴀᴋ ᴏᴜᴛ. sʜᴇ ʜᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇʀᴅ, sʜᴇ ʜᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ─ ɪᴛ ωᴀs ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴜsᴇʟᴇss. ᴍᴇᴀɴωʜɪʟᴇ, ωʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴀʀᴇ ωᴀs ᴀωᴀᴋᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴅ sᴛᴀʟʟɪᴏɴ, ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍᴀʀᴇs, ωᴇɴᴛ ᴀsʟᴇᴇᴘ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴇsᴛɴᴜᴛ sᴀʙɪɴᴏ ɢᴀʟʟᴏᴘᴇᴅ ᴏғғ ωɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ sɪɢʜᴛ ᴏʀ ᴄᴀʟʟ.

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ᴏɴᴇ ᴛωᴏ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ғᴏᴜʀ ғɪᴠᴇ six sᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴇɪɢʜᴛ ɴɪɴᴇ ᴛᴇɴ
ᴇʟᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛωᴇʟᴠᴇ ᴛʜɪʀᴛᴇᴇɴ ғᴏᴜʀᴛᴇᴇɴ ғɪғᴛᴇᴇɴ
sɪxᴛᴇᴇɴ sᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴇᴇɴ ᴇɪɢʜᴛᴇᴇɴ ɴɪɴᴇᴛᴇᴇɴ ᴛωᴇɴᴛʏ


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ᴅᴇsᴛɪɴʏ's ʜᴏʙʙʏ ɪs ᴇxᴘʟᴏʀɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ; sʜᴇ sɪᴍᴘʟʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇs ғɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ɴᴇω ᴛʜɪɴɢs sᴜᴄʜ ᴀs ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇs, ғᴏᴏᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴘʟᴀɴᴛs. sʜᴇ ᴀʟsᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇs ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ωᴀʀᴍ─ᴜᴘ ʀᴜɴ, ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ɪғ sʜᴇ's ʙʏ ʜᴇʀsᴇʟғ ᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛ ─ sʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴄᴀʀᴇs ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀ ʀᴜɴ, ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇʟsᴇ. sʜᴇ ᴇsᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇs ɪᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀωɴ, sᴜɴʀɪsᴇ ᴀɴᴅ sᴜɴsᴇᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴏʀ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ sʜᴇ ωᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴍɪɴᴅ. ᴀɴᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ ʜᴏʀsᴇs, sʜᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀᴅᴏʀᴇs ʀᴏʟʟɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ sᴘʟᴀsʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪɴ ᴀ ωᴀᴛᴇʀ─ʜᴏʟᴇ, ᴍᴏsᴛʟʏ ωɪᴛʜ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ ʙᴜᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴘʟᴀʏs ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ωɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀsᴇʟғ, ᴏʀ ғᴏᴏʟs ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴇɴᴅs ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ's ωɪᴛʜ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ sᴛᴀʟʟɪᴏɴ ᴏʀ ᴍᴀʀᴇ.

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ᴅᴇsᴛɪɴʏ's ωᴏʀsᴛ ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇ? ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ɢᴜᴇss ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ᴀs ᴀ ᴄᴏᴜᴘʟᴇ ᴏғ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍᴀʀᴇs sʜᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ; sᴛᴜʙʙᴏʀɴ, ɴᴏ─ʙʀᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴏᴠɪɴɢ ᴘᴏsʜ sᴛᴀʟʟɪᴏɴs. ᴛʏᴘɪᴄᴀʟ sʜᴏω─ᴏғғs, ɪs ωʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟs ᴛʜᴇᴍ, ᴊᴜsᴛ ωᴀɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀʀᴇs ɪɴ sɪɢʜᴛ, ᴇsᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ, ᴇxᴛʀᴀ─ᴏʀᴅɪɴᴀʀʏ ᴏɴᴇs, ᴀɴᴅ ωᴀɴᴛs ᴛᴏ sʜᴏω ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴏғғ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ sᴛᴀʟʟɪᴏɴs ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜs. sʜᴇ ᴀʟsᴏ ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs ʙᴇɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʜᴇᴀᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴏғᴛᴇɴ ωɪʟʟ ᴛᴇᴀsᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʟʟɪᴏɴ, ᴛᴏ ωᴏʀᴋ─ʜɪᴍ ᴜᴘ. ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ғᴏʀɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ, sʜᴇ ʜᴀs ᴀ ᴘʜᴏʙɪᴀ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴅs, sᴍᴀʟʟ ᴏʀ ʙɪɢ, ғʟᴜғғʏ ᴏʀ ʜᴀɪʀ─ʟᴇss.


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