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[~AlphaWolf~]

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Username: ~AlphaWolf~
Kennel Number: 66
Use: As a character.
- About the character -
Name: Arrow
Gender: Male
Species and/or specific breed: Pitbull
Personality: Arrow is a gentle and caring young dog, He has been mistreated in the past and because of that he cannot speak, Instead he shows his emotions entirely through movement and expressions, He usually will stay out of peoples way and keep to himself.
History/Background: Arrow was born in a back alleyway on the streets, At first his mother treated him like his siblings but as he grew older she noticed that he wasn't joining in with the other pups and always ended up sitting alone. After a few months she was getting weak and couldn't give her pups the attention they needed. Most of them wandered off to live their own life and adventure, But Arrow stayed, It was only a few more weeks before his mother passed away silently one night, Arrow stayed by her side for the rest of the night and most of the morning, Eventually he knew it was time to move on and continue with his life.

A few years later he had grown into a handsome, muscular dog who was very fit and was used to living on the streets, Ocasionally he would meet one of his siblings in different towns and would stay for awhile for a chat. One day he was traversing the city on his morning food hunt, When as he was strolling through a park he saw two uniformed men walking quietly towards him. He had heard stories of animals being captured and kept in a place called the "Pound", The capturers would smell metallic and sterile and often carries nets and metal weapons that shot pointy things that made you sleep. Arrow couldnt smell anything like that and They didnt seem to be carrying anything that could be used against him, So he just thought they were coming to pat him, Like some children did. He walked up to them and barked playfully, One man grabbed him by the sc ruff and he yelped, Panicking he realised these people were not very friendly at all, He tried to twist around and bite his attacker but the other man started strangling him, He couldnt breathe and just when he thought he wasnt going to make it he blacked out.

He woke up in a rotten smelling cage with no food or water, It had wire as the floor and it was so small he could barely move in it, He tried to bark to get anyones attention but found he couldnt, He tried chewing through the wire and bashing himself through it but nothing worked, After half an hour he collapsed and instantly fell asleep again. He had awful nightmares and when he was startled awake he found that someone else, A teenage girl, was standing infront of his cage. He whined loudly and squeezed as far as he could into the back of his cage, The girl whispered something to him but he couldnt understand it, Somehow though he managed to relax a little, Something about the girl seemed comforting, So comforting he just sat there and stared at her. He heard a click and the cage door swung open, To his surprise the girl just stood there and watched him. He thought she would try to hurt him or take him somewhere bad, Like the street dogs said pound dogs were sent if no one wanted them, But she slowly bet down and tried to lure him out with a turkey treat, Arrow was sure she meant no harm so he slowly reached forward and took the treat, The girl moved out of the way and Arrow cautiously walked out. Suddenly he heard shouts and hard footsteps approaching the doorway, The girl whispered franticly at Arrow to follow her, Some how he knew what she had said and hurried after her. The girl deattached a window screen and lifted him up and out of there, She climbed through straight after.

Once outside she turned to Arrow and told him to shoo, To get out of here as fast as possible and to never come back. But something about her made him stay, He looked at her in the eyes and begged her to take him home.

This day Arrow lives in a cozy little house with his new owner, The teenage girl. This home was safe and was protected against all kinds of danger. The place who had brutalised him had been uncovered to be a secret lab that tested on street dogs that they found. Arrow can no longer use his voice but is still the happiest dog I could ever know.
How do I know him you ask? Because I am that girl
- Other information -
Likes/dislikes/art, etc. [optional]: He loves icecream and turkey treats, He isnt too fond of men and will try to stay as close to me as he can, If there is danger he will come and jump on me to wake me, As he cannot bark or growl, His tail is almost always wagging and I swear you can just see a giant grin in his eyes whenever he is happy, Which is alost always.

Art: http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mecx5 ... 1_1280.png
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Also, My laptop wont let me post pictures so I hope this is okay

[Green Arrow]

Pfft, no. You're Pix xD

This your way of telling me I'm always a little useless? x3
Well it is true xD
That shall be my excuse for everything.

God, no XD I meant I can't be better than you because you are Pix. No bashing intended xD

[Solanum]

Pfft, no. You're Pix xD

This your way of telling me I'm always a little useless? x3
Well it is true xD
That shall be my excuse for everything.

God, no XD I meant I can't be better than you because you are Pix. No bashing intended xD

It's not bashing if I said it myself c;
But thank you <3

Alphawolf, haven't properly read it but it looks good so far c:
Remember if you do need help then you can always put up a critique form and we'll try and get around to it x3

[~AlphaWolf~]

Thankyou!
Im usually really amazingly bad at history and other such things, But even Im proud of this one

[lunar-lynx]

Major WIP x3

Username:
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[WolvesGoRawr]

Kennel Number:
# 36
Thirty Six

Use:
I plan to use her as a character of course ^^
She will have a place on my Character site where I will show her off with all of the art I will eventually have of her.
I will have a profile for her there.
It will include basic things like Name, Age, Personality, etc as well as a detailed History/Story.
I will order art of her regularly, as I do with all of my characters.
I may draw her myself as well, once I get better at drawing horses.
She will be very well loved by me <3
I have not decided yet but I may add simple accessories to her later on as well.

- About the character -
Name:
Full/Show Name- A Change Of Seasons
Nickname-
Origin-

Gender:
Mare ; Female

Species and/or specific breed:
Equine ; Horse ; Peruvian Paso


The Peruvian Paso is the smoothest gaited horse in the world. Descended from the horses of the Conquistadors, Peruvian horses possess the royal heritage of the Spanish breeds. A fiery spirit and gentle nature in a horse willing to work and eager to please. The Peruvian Paso, the horse designed for the comfort and enjoyment of the rider.

The gait of Peruvian Paso horse accounts for the smooth ride. It is a four beat lateral pattern known as paso llano with the footfalls being : right hind -- right front -- left hind -- left front. The execution trends slightly to the laterals particularly with increasing speed. By any description, the result is the smoothest ride of any breed of horse. For riding pleasure, the ultimate is the Peruvian Paso.



Personality:
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History/Background:
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- Other information -
Likes:
• Christmas
• Winter
• Snow
• Friends
• Songs
• Playing
• Laughing
• Telling Jokes
• Making Others Smile
• Outdoors

Dislikes:
• Hot Weather
• Sadness
• Anger
• Rudeness & Arrogance
• Bullies
• Dark, Scary Things
• Liars

Art:

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Lines By MazBourne - Colored By Me

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[CobaltTheDragon]

Username:
Sanity
Kennel Number:
#95
Use:
Major Character.<3 (Secondary After Fursonas)
He will be used! Trust me.<3
I'd also love to use him in a story of some sort.<3

- About the character -
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Name:
Kangee Sicheii
Gender:
Male
Species and/or specific breed:
Woodland Caribou
Personality:
Kangee is reserved, quite but always ready to defend others. He is a leader in all his ways and
will protect those who are kind to him and that he cares about. He would consider himself caring in every way,
Ready to help friends, Neighbours and Strangers if need be, he is seen as strict to those who truly do not
know him and his ways. He is protective and the loss of a friend appears to shatter him for long times.
Kangee is serious in most cases and only wishes to keep others from harm.

Kangee enjoys the attention of the young in his herd when it is formed and the young of does,
this is when he let's down his guard to play along them and enjoy the weather when it is good enough,
he is a teacher and one of the older thus others see him as a wise buck/bull.
Some would see him as scary do to his reserved nature as well as markings but this is not the case.
History/Background:
"Kangee was born many years ago, his mother dying during labour do to how big Kangee was at birth,
his father and relatives of his parents past offspring where far ahead with the herd as his mother had to stop
in order to birth him. He laid there shivering in the cold deep snow of the woodland, his pelt still covered
by the birthing leftovers for his mother had not made it that long as to clean him.
But good faith made it that Kangee was not left alone in the woodland. Another Doe who had birthed not long before
began to travel past when she noticed the remains of Kangee's mother.

She stopped to look after she noticed what had caused Kangee's mother's death birth, surely she believed
a calf was nearby, she called out for it, and carefully Kangee made his way from the thick underbrush
of a downed Pine Tree. The Doe (Mackawi) noticed him and took him in, cleaning him of the afterbirth
remains and feeding him of some of her mother's milk.

Instantly as they traveled to return to the herd of others the two Kangee and his adopted mother's
daughter made friends, knowing they where not true siblings they would be inseparable as
brother and sister know matter what, for as long as they both lived on. When the doe had returned
with the herd and the two had greeted others they had never seen she went right to who she
was sure was Kangee's father.

She told Kangee's father the story and the Tall Bull looked over Kangee as he shivered in fear, he trotted
around Kangee making sure Kangee did not have an extra limb or anything of the sort. When he was
finally satisfied with the way Kangee look he granted the doe's wish of raising him as her own,
but with that the father named Kangee himself.

Kangee lived many years with the herd, travelling back and forth in Winter and Summer to the
best possible feeding grounds for the herd that only continued to grow. Kangee never fathered any
offspring for he stayed close to his adopted sister. But she however finally brought into the
world a calf of her own. Like any other Caribou she stayed behind to birth the calf. Birthing she lost
a majority of her blood and was weak, but somehow she made it to the herd again calling out
for Kangee and not the father. He came to her, she spoke and told him to take the calf,
find another to raise him and she laid down to rest forever more.

Kangee respected her dying wish and brought her to his adopted mother first who by now had birthed
five calves of her own, there like his father had done she looked the new calf over and
made sure he was in good conditions for the hard life that would follow him in the snow. She granted
him the right to decide upon any doe to raise the newborn. Kangee brought it to one who was just
a little younger to himself, she had a calf of her own, she had shown Kangee attention and
affection. He knew she would take him, and that was what she did.

- - -

Eventually Kangee broke off from the herd he was born to along with a few others including that
doe, and his sister's son as well as quite a few others, this was all do to the herd being
to big for all to safely and securely travel. Kangee was much older by then, and still fathered
no offsprings of his own. Without offspring his lineage would not travel on, but he was okay with this,
and retired to become an elder like his adopted mother had done before him, something
he was sure his sister would have been proud of him to do.

Soon after he crossed by a fawn of only a few months, her name she said was Aiyanna, and she
could not remember who her parents where never-the-less that didn't matter for he
knew they where long gone by the remaining tracks left, this time he took her in and did
not send her to a doe to raise for she was already weened by what he could tell.
In the end he had been a father of an adopted child.

- Other information -
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Likes/dislikes/art, etc. [optional]:

Likes:
- New Snow,
- Playing with the Youngsters
- Having Fun
- The Constellations (Stars)
- Sleeping and Dreaming
- The Northern Lights
- Sweet Berries
- Bathing in Hot Spots of the Artic.
Dislikes:
- To much Heat
- Sour Things
- Ice
- Rain
- Predators
- Competition
- Fighting
- Bullies

Interview:

So let's begin, what's your name?:
My name is Kangee Sicheii.

What a lovely name Kangee, what does it mean?
Kangee means Raven do to my dark coat, and Sichei means Grandfather a
name given to me by the other herd members as well as my sister's son's
offspring and Aiyanna.

Interesting, Very interesting, so Kangee do you have any nicknames?:
I do have nicknames, Kan and Gee, but I don't like being called them,
I'd appreciate it if you just called me Kangee.

So formal Kangee, but very well. - What is your favorite memory?:
It would be back when me and my sister where very young, we had traveled with
the herd to the summer and spring feeding grounds, I favour the whole time there
we chased butterflies and ate flowers not trampled by the hooves of all the others.
We also had a lot of fun with the other calves.

Adorable Kangee, simply adorable. - And your worst memory?:
I would rather not go into detail with this but it would be seeing my sister weak and helpless
when she came to me with her son, of course her son was a blessing but I wish I could
have done something to save her.

Perhaps we shouldn't have brought that up - Do you have a mate Kangee?:
No, I do not have a mate, I'm unsure if I will look for one.

What's your favorite season?:
I'd say summer right after we finish our migration.

The season you like the least of all:
Hunting season of course

Your Favorite Holiday:
Hm, isn't this obvious? My favorite is Christmas, why?
well because we get to be the center of attention of course


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[perros1234]

Username]
perros1234

Kennel Number]
"I currently reside in Kennel Number 29, thats twenty nine. "

Use]
As all my characters, Artica will defaintly have a special home in my character thread. <3 Lots of love and attention will be given to her. I'll make some art, and write some stories, possibly some including a friend that I'll find for her. c: I might try to role play her, I'm no good at role plays but I'll give them a shot. c: I'll make sure she gets the attention she needs.

- About the character -

Name]
"Artica. Just Artica, I don't have any nicknames yet."
Let me correct, Artica. Her true name is Cyra-
"Please, do not call me that. "
Sorry, Artica but they have the right to know. Cy-I mean Artica re-named herself Artica to free herself from her past.

{Whenever I see her, I always think of tundras, the artic ect. She that slightly frosty to look to her, if that makes sense. So I think that the name Artica works very well for this little girl. However, I also wanted to keep her orginal name. Meh, why can't I use both? c: I hope that this makes sense. }

Gender]
"You can't tell? *sniffs* I'm female...."

Species and/or specific breed]
"I'm not completly domestic dog, nor wolf. My Mother was a Alskan Husky, and my father was a Artic wolf. "

Personality:
"Perros is going to take over this one."
{Loyal}
The is no way you could ever deny that Artica is dis-loyal. Don't say that, Artica isn't going to like it. She's undoubtdly loyal, sometimes she is considered a little too loyal for her own good. She would do anything, and I do mean anything, to help her friend. Not matter the cost.

{Quiet}
Artica is a pretty quiet one. She preffers to watched what others are doing that get involved. Unless it's pulling a sleigh, thats different. She preffers to be simply silent. She believes that silence holds many riches. c: If Artica had the chose whether to be silent or be talking loudly, it's no competion on which one she will chose. I think you can guess which one she'd choose right?

{Curious}
Curiousity is her greatest flaw and blessing. Her curioustly often leads her to trouble, not that she cares though. If it means accomplishing her goal, she'll go for it. Her curioustly also gets Artica thought of someone that can't keep herself out of other people's busiense. Which probaly isn't a lie. xD

{Care-free}
Artica is fairly care-free, and loves to goof around. She likes to try and make her friends smile at her jokes.

{Distant}
Sometimes Artica can seem a little, distant. She's stare off into space, thinking. Just thinking. She's always got something on her mind, and sometimes can come off a little distant to others.

Likes]
Dislikes]
~Being hot
~ Not knowing things

History/Background:
I'm going to take over this one. If you hear the story, you should hear it from me and the correct way."

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Freezing snow swirled around the small little dog house. Inside one of these dog houses a silverly Alskan Husky nuzzled her two remaining pups tenderly. She watched both of them wriggled restlessy and totter towards her on clumsy paws. Her eldest pup, trotted over, not waiting for his little sister and stumbled after him.
"Now, wait for your little sister," Chided Aura, the puppie's mother.
Her eldest pup, blinked.
Aura smiled and nuzzled her pup closer. His first sight of the world. Really her dog house, but that would not dampen Aura's spirts.
"Pyro," Aura decided.
Pyro yawned loudly, showing off his bright pink tounge. His sister bounded over and rushed into Aura's side.
"Eager, aren't you," Aura chuckled.
Her youngest pup's eyes flickered open. Electric blue eyes sparkled at her.

Cyra and Pyro, both fine pups Aura thought to herself.
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I strained against my harness, tugging with all my might. Snowflakes came down in flurries almost blinding me. But I loved it. This is where I was meant to be. Not stuffed in that tiny dog house, and chained. This is where I belong. Running. We turn, and my heart sinks. This victory was short-lived. We where already heading back, where I'd be chained back into my small little shelter for who knows how long?
When we arrived, I finally noticed that my throat was burning, and I ached all over. Not that it mattered, I ran. I was in the front. Finally. The people that ran the dog sledding company came over and un-did our harnesses and pulled us back to our shelteres are tied us up.
I was so hot from the run, I didn't even go inside my shelter, I just sprawled myself out on the snow, trying to cool down. I started panting.
"What on earth are you doing?" a voice asked.
I almost groaned out loud. My annoying brother, Pyro. "Well, what does it look like?" I snapped.
"Oh I don't know why. Why do you think I'm asking?" He snorted.
I made a face at him. I knew those annoyed him.
"Real mature," He scolded, shaking his head at me sadly.
I could tell that he was annoyed, when ever he was annoyed he'd try to cover it up with putting the attention on me.
"Thank you," I told him, rolling my eyes at the same time.
Our conversations often went like this. We didn't get along, but he was my brother, and I was his sister. We've always had each others back, even when we pretended that we didn't care about it each other.
I gradually got colder, and I got up, and padded up into my shelter. I curcled up into a tight ball, and let sleep crash over me.
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I expected to see sunlight wash over the snow and ice, blinding me, but I found that it was still dark, clouds drifted lazily across the dark sky, and snow floated down from the heavens. I sighed noisly, making my brother stir in the next shelter.
It would still be some time until the sun rose, so I had quite some time to kill. I stared up at the snow, watching them fall. My electric blue eyes drifted to the barren lanscape, shelters and slumbering huskies littering the icey floor. A thought pops into my head, I stay here, sitting down, and I barely am allowed to go out to pull. Why do I even stay here? Do I even like this place?
I don't. I don't like it here, I've only been tolerating this place because I might go to pull more. I'm only a couple months younger than some of the other dogs that go out every day. I should get my turn. But of course I don't.
I have to get out.
A idea starts to form in my mind.
It's daring, reckless and ulitmately stupid. It's perfect.
I whirl around, and start to walk backwards, the chains slack diminishing as I pull back, soon, the chain is ridgid and has been lifted off the floor because of me. The collar has become tight around my neck,I duck my head.
The people here, don't make a huge effort to find the perfect fit for a collar. All our collars are slightly oversized and loose around our necks, now because of that mistake it gives me the upper hand.
The collar starts to slip, crawling up my neck, I continue to to backtrack, and the collar makes it's way up my neck.
With a sharp clang my collar comes free. A couple of dogs stir, but none rise to see what happended, it's really early in the morning.
For once, I'm able to sneak past the other dogs, without stepping on too many tails, oops.
Okay, so what if stealth isn't my thing? Anyways, I'll get back to the story.
As soon as I creep past the slumbering dogs, I feel a sharp pang of guilt, seeing my, mother sleeping soundly and my irritating(though I guess I love him) brother snoring his head off.
I push it down, and tell myself if they want out, they were good enough to do the same thing.
With my heart heavy, I break out into a slow trot, leaving my home. Without noticing I break out into a sprint, using my guilt to fuel my run.
You have no idea how many times, when I started to run I considered to just go back, and abondon my freedom. But something told me, that I needed this. I wanted this.
I let myself run, with no goal in particular, I just ran and ran.
The ice underneath me, freezing my paws, the freshly fallen snow crunching softly under my paws, the cold early morning air, rushing past, all of these things that I dismissed before, seemed to pop from everything.
These were everyday feelings, and yet when I ran, these things I took into account.
Whenever I ran, it didn't matter where I was, who I was, or what I'd done. Running made my feel free.
Of course running made me feel free, no matter how strong I was, I couldn't run forever.
That moment came a lot quicker than I orginally wanted. My legs felt like they were blocks of ice, my paws were so numb, they didn't feel like paws. My lungs hungered for air, and my throat burned. I plopped myself down, gasping for air. I needed something to drink and eat. Getting a drink wasn't a problem, food was going to be a issue.
I'd better take care of what I can first, I told myself and lapped at the snow. It was so cold that it made my throat numb and my teeth ache. Though that didn't stop me, I kept lapping at the snow, soon I could hear water sloshing in my belly.
Now for the issue, where was I going to get food? Hunger was gnawing in my stomach, all my food was handed to be in a pretty red bowl. And I was pretty sure random people weren't going to hand over red bowls filled with food.
I sniffed the air, and squinted my eyes. Only a little ways away was what looked like a small little town, maybe I can get a snack there.
Wearily getting up, I made my way to the town. Once I arrived there, the sun was starting to rise, and my legs ached like never before. I wanted nothing more than to warm meal, a dry place to sleep and my family. A delicious aroma wafted under my nose, and my stomach grumbled in agreement.
As I followed the smell, I forgot about being "stealthy" and I just let my nose guide me.
A heap of food comes into view, those silly humans has thrown away all this food into some sort of containor. I wonder why.
Shrugging, I launch myself up, using my hind paws to push myself in.
My eyes grow wide at all the food that those people threw away. That chicken wing, it's still got meat on it. That jam jar, it's not empty! That packet of ham, it's not a problem if you've dropped it in a puddle, you can still eat it.
Shaking my head, I gorge myself, feasting on the all the food nobody wanted.
"Aggg.....," I groan, even for a husky mix, that is a lot of food. I feel as if I'm going to split open. I half fall half jump off, and drag myself under(It's possible that I had a little trouble fitting under there..)


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Likes/dislikes/art, etc. [optional]

Interview With Artica
{Artica will write in her usaul color and in a quote box. I will write in normal black, and bolded.}

"What is your name?"

Artica.
"I go by Artica."

Go by?

"Yes. I go by Artica."

Okay....moving on, do have a mate? Or in some sort of a relashonship at the moment?

"Nope. For now I'm a single pringle. For now, I'm not looking for a mate, or another wolf or dog to spend my life with. I'm happy the way I am. Possibly in the future."

"Good to know. Anyways do you have any family members?"

"Yes, I do. My mother, my father and my big brother."

"May we get some names? c:"

My mother's name is Aura, my father's name was Borealis and my big brother's name is Pyro."

"Thank you." We'd love to know your favourite color. "

ACTS
Wip wip wip wip! :3

[Vaughn.]

Can't find artist ` C h o Festus.
Username: Aeolus
Name: Duke
Gender: Male
Breed/Species: Border Collie
Preferences and Requirements for adoption:
• Love him. The reason why I'm donating him is so he'll have a better home.
• You can change the name and gender, but please keep him a dog.
Lineart Link, design credits, etc.: Lines Designed and original art colored by -3B-
Christmas ham

[Wesley]

Lovely forms and donations, so I'm quite excited for the next code drop. Don't believe I've scheduled a date yet, so I'll do that soon. ;o;

Forms list hopefully coming tomorrow, though I have many RL things to do~

[dragonewe]

Username:
pinwheel.

Kennel Number:
196

Use:
Rp's,Art,Writing

- About the character -
Name:
Sable With Wine (re-naming to Sableye)

Gender:
Female

Species and/or specific breed:
Paint x Mustang

Personality:
She's a gentle and generally wise horse who can be vain at times. Sable has a heart of gold and tries to help others in resolving the issues they may have. Sable enjoys her wisdom and even tutors those in how to be wise, although she didn't start out that way.

History/Background:
Sable was born the only child to the head stallion of the herd although unfortunately her mother died in labor. Sable's childhood was generally good with her father, grazing the days away and playing with the other fillies and foals but she had a habit of making bad bad decisions.

For example one day as she was going through the forest she saw a bee hive in the tall branches of the tree. Her first thought was honey and so leaping up on her hind legs she pawed at the hive. The bees, not at all happy with this came bursting from the hive and began to viciously sting her. She had to be rubbed with herbal leaves and have the stingers plucked out of her all day. Well, at least she had learned a good lesson.

Now, there was a fairy that lived in this forest that was known for her help in teaching fools wisdom. And it just so happened the clumsy Sable stumbled upon her and the fairy offered her help! Sable (a bit haughty at this point) was too proud to take help from her saying, "Pfft. I make mistakes at times but I'm not THAT clumsy. The fairy thought differently and placed a curse upon her saying, "You shall see it my way, for 3 days you will be the biggest fool in all the world!" Sable was horrified and begged for the fairy to reverse the curse but with no avail...Sable galloped home and sat quietly.

No eating. No drinking. No moving. She just didn't want to hurt anyone. On the third day the fairy returned, "So have you learned your lesson?" Sable's eyes were red and tear stains covered her face. The fairy began to laugh, "I put no curse on you! I simply said that and you,believing me and asking no further questions, starved yourself! Get up, feed yourself and change your ways." and with that, the fairy flew quickly away. From that day on Sable changed and always was able to teach the fools their faults, becoming the herd's wisest mare.

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Likes/dislikes/art, etc. [optional]:
Likes:
Wisdom, Reading, Traveling, Galloping, Helping Others

Dislikes:
Fools, Meanies, Those who can't appreciate others, Discrimination, Hate
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