Username;;
Hello! Lemon Cupcake here!
Horse name;;
How about Zack? I just think it sounds nice and simple.
Horse age;;
Zack is only two years old.
Horse gender;;
Zack is a male or a stallion.
Horse size;;
Zack is very small. He is the size of a large rabbit, but his personality doesn't fit that. He may grow a bit larger, though.
Story;;
I lay on my back, staring up at the sky. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes lightly. I had on blue jean shorts and a loose England tee. The wind was blowing lightly, making my hair fly into my face. I heard a small, but brave little whinnie comming from the edge of the forest. I was a teensy bit surprised, honestly. I was a little while away from the feild where the wild equestrians lived, and this sounded like a younger one. I sat up and opened my eyes. A little ways away, at the edge of the clearing, stood a smaller jewel. I smiled at it. "Hello, there." I said calmly. He whinnied again. "What? Are you scared?" I asked teasingly. He snorted and took a large step towards me. I smiled, but continued. "Really? That's all you got?" I teased him. He snorted and trotted over to where I sat in the grass. "Oh, now we're getting our confident on," I laughed, reaching out to pet him. He flinched back at first, but then rubbed against my hand. "Awww.... I'm gonna name you.... Zack," I said, "because it's cute, short, and totally you!" I said happily. I pulled out a harness and slid it onto him. "Come on, Zack." I said, picking him up and cradaling him in my arms.
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The snow glows white on the mountain tonight
Not a footprint to be seen
A kingdom of isolation and it looks like I'm the Queen
The wind is howling like the swirling storm inside
Couldn’t keep it in, heaven knows I tried
Don’t let them in, don’t let them see
Be the good girl you always had to be
Conceal, don’t feel
Don’t let them know
Well, now they know
~Demi Lavato Let It Go
One, two, three and four
The devil's knocking at your door
Caught in the eye of a dead man's lie
Show your life with your head held high
Now you're on your knees
With your head held low
the big man tells you where to go
Tell him it's good
Tell him okay
Don't do a damn thing they say
~ The Pretty Reckless Heaven Knows