Poison wrote:May I get two?
Username: Poison
Horse name: Dappled Snow
Horse color: White
Jewel color: I'm thinking like a purple ish color... but if it doesn't look good, then the artist can choose
reference picture:
Horse markings(say none if none): Black Spots
Horse age: 3 1/2 Years
Horse gender: Male
Horse size Small Deer
Artist you would like to make your horse: die Lille
Payment: Sending
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Eli <3 wrote:
Username >>Eli <3
Horse name >>Ethian
Horse color >>Deep red
Jewel color >>purple!
reference picture >>
Horse markings >>4 white socks, one with strip down his head
Horse age >>4
Horse gender >>Male
Horse size >>Small deer
Artist you would like to make your horse >>Di Lillie
Payment >>Gonna send!







Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I feel wet snow on my
cold, dry skin as
the darkness starts
to settle in.The
stars shine bright
to lead my way.
Through tall, snow
covered trees which
bend and sway in
the breeze.My heart
tells me in hours this
day will be past,
when the nighttime
comes to me slowly
at last. I am back in
the snow so pristine
and clean, but
sadness shows me it
was only
a dream.





Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I feel wet snow on my
cold, dry skin as
the darkness starts
to settle in.The
stars shine bright
to lead my way.
Through tall, snow
covered trees which
bend and sway in
the breeze.My heart
tells me in hours this
day will be past,
when the nighttime
comes to me slowly
at last. I am back in
the snow so pristine
and clean, but
sadness shows me it
was only
a dream.





Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I feel wet snow on my
cold, dry skin as
the darkness starts
to settle in.The
stars shine bright
to lead my way.
Through tall, snow
covered trees which
bend and sway in
the breeze.My heart
tells me in hours this
day will be past,
when the nighttime
comes to me slowly
at last. I am back in
the snow so pristine
and clean, but
sadness shows me it
was only
a dream.
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