[kkspecial4]

Owner: Horse65478
Stable Name: Constellation or Equuleus.
Show Name: Equuleus on Earth
Gender: Stallion
Height: 6.0 hh
Base color: Black
Quirks: Loves to gaze at the stars.
Rarity: Very Rare

Revealed on: October 9th, 2014 at 10:47pm EST

[Spotted.Newt]

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Owner: Horse65478
Stable Name: Constellation,
or also Equuleus.
Show Name: Equuleus on Earth
Gender: Stallion
Height: 6.0 hh
Base color: Black
Quirks: Loves to gaze at the stars.

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Behind His Name: Equuleus was always a star gazer. He loved to
stare at the night sky, and watching the twinkling lights above.
As a foal, he was sometimes teased for being so quiet and for
watching the sky. He was also teased for his size, as he was
quite small. These factors, combined with his somewhat child-like
personality, earned him the name Equuleus on Earth, after the
constellation Equuleus. Though he now is one of the larger fellows
in the stable, he still loves to watch the stars, and has a somewhat
child-like disposition.
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About His Personality: Equuleus is kind, cheerful, quiet,
intuitive, observant, gentle, energetic, and so much more.
This may seem like a strange personality combo, but these traits
actually work quite well together. He is of course not quiet
and energetic at the same time, but he is quiet at times and
energetic at others. He is somewhat like a child this way,
having a vast mix of traits. But he is smart, and though he has
a somewhat child-like personality he is not immature. He is
respectful, knowing when to be jubilant and when to be calm.
He cares for others, always willing to help out a neighbor.
This "little horse" has a big heart.

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A Star in a Stoneboat by Robert Frost

Never tell me that not one star of all
That slip from heaven at night and softly fall
Has been picked up with stones to build a wall.

Some laborer found one faded and stone-cold,
And saving that its weight suggested gold
And tugged it from his first too certain hold,

He noticed nothing in it to remark.
He was not used to handling stars thrown dark
And lifeless from an interrupted arc.

He did not recognize in that smooth coal
The one thing palpable besides the soul
To penetrate the air in which we roll.

He did not see how like a flying thing
It brooded ant eggs, and bad one large wing,
One not so large for flying in a ring,

And a long Bird of Paradise's tail
(Though these when not in use to fly and trail
It drew back in its body like a snail);

Nor know that be might move it from the spot—
The harm was done: from having been star-shot
The very nature of the soil was hot

And burning to yield flowers instead of grain,
Flowers fanned and not put out by all the rain
Poured on them by his prayers prayed in vain.

He moved it roughly with an iron bar,
He loaded an old stoneboat with the star
And not, as you might think, a flying car,

Such as even poets would admit perforce
More practical than Pegasus the horse
If it could put a star back in its course.

He dragged it through the plowed ground at a pace
But faintly reminiscent of the race
Of jostling rock in interstellar space.

It went for building stone, and I, as though
Commanded in a dream, forever go
To right the wrong that this should have been so.

Yet ask where else it could have gone as well,
I do not know—I cannot stop to tell:
He might have left it lying where it fell.

From following walls I never lift my eye,
Except at night to places in the sky
Where showers of charted meteors let fly.

Some may know what they seek in school and church,
And why they seek it there; for what I search
I must go measuring stone walls, perch on perch;

Sure that though not a star of death and birth,
So not to be compared, perhaps, in worth
To such resorts of life as Mars and Earth—

Though not, I say, a star of death and sin,
It yet has poles, and only needs a spin
To show its worldly nature and begin

To chafe and shuffle in my calloused palm
And run off in strange tangents with my arm,
As fish do with the line in first alarm.

Such as it is, it promises the prize
Of the one world complete in any size
That I am like to compass, fool or wise.

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[Spotted.Newt]

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[kkspecial4]

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Owner: Horse65478
Stable Name: Constellation,
or also Equuleus.
Show Name: Equuleus on Earth
Gender: Stallion
Height: 6.0 hh
Base color: Black
Quirks: Loves to gaze at the stars.

===========================================================================================

Behind His Name: Equuleus was always a star gazer. He loved to
stare at the night sky, and watching the twinkling lights above.
As a foal, he was sometimes teased for being so quiet and for
watching the sky. He was also teased for his size, as he was
quite small. These factors, combined with his somewhat child-like
personality, earned him the name Equuleus on Earth, after the
constellation Equuleus. Though he now is one of the larger fellows
in the stable, he still loves to watch the stars, and has a somewhat
child-like disposition.
========================================================
About His Personality: Equuleus is kind, cheerful, quiet,
intuitive, observant, gentle, energetic, and so much more.
This may seem like a strange personality combo, but these traits
actually work quite well together. He is of course not quiet
and energetic at the same time, but he is quiet at times and
energetic at others. He is somewhat like a child this way,
having a vast mix of traits. But he is smart, and though he has
a somewhat child-like personality he is not immature. He is
respectful, knowing when to be jubilant and when to be calm.
He cares for others, always willing to help out a neighbor.
This "little horse" has a big heart.

===========================================================================================

A Star in a Stoneboat by Robert Frost

Never tell me that not one star of all
That slip from heaven at night and softly fall
Has been picked up with stones to build a wall.

Some laborer found one faded and stone-cold,
And saving that its weight suggested gold
And tugged it from his first too certain hold,

He noticed nothing in it to remark.
He was not used to handling stars thrown dark
And lifeless from an interrupted arc.

He did not recognize in that smooth coal
The one thing palpable besides the soul
To penetrate the air in which we roll.

He did not see how like a flying thing
It brooded ant eggs, and bad one large wing,
One not so large for flying in a ring,

And a long Bird of Paradise's tail
(Though these when not in use to fly and trail
It drew back in its body like a snail);

Nor know that be might move it from the spot—
The harm was done: from having been star-shot
The very nature of the soil was hot

And burning to yield flowers instead of grain,
Flowers fanned and not put out by all the rain
Poured on them by his prayers prayed in vain.

He moved it roughly with an iron bar,
He loaded an old stoneboat with the star
And not, as you might think, a flying car,

Such as even poets would admit perforce
More practical than Pegasus the horse
If it could put a star back in its course.

He dragged it through the plowed ground at a pace
But faintly reminiscent of the race
Of jostling rock in interstellar space.

It went for building stone, and I, as though
Commanded in a dream, forever go
To right the wrong that this should have been so.

Yet ask where else it could have gone as well,
I do not know—I cannot stop to tell:
He might have left it lying where it fell.

From following walls I never lift my eye,
Except at night to places in the sky
Where showers of charted meteors let fly.

Some may know what they seek in school and church,
And why they seek it there; for what I search
I must go measuring stone walls, perch on perch;

Sure that though not a star of death and birth,
So not to be compared, perhaps, in worth
To such resorts of life as Mars and Earth—

Though not, I say, a star of death and sin,
It yet has poles, and only needs a spin
To show its worldly nature and begin

To chafe and shuffle in my calloused palm
And run off in strange tangents with my arm,
As fish do with the line in first alarm.

Such as it is, it promises the prize
Of the one world complete in any size
That I am like to compass, fool or wise.

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Congrats!

[Fuscontidox]

You know what I find weird e.o we both chose black bases to be our rare ponies XD and both stallions!

I love the colors and ribbons though!

[kkspecial4]

You know what I find weird e.o we both chose black bases to be our rare ponies XD and both stallions!

I love the colors and ribbons though!

Haha weird! And thanks!

[Spotted.Newt]

Aww, thank you! He is amazing! I will take good care of Equuleus! c:

[Fuscontidox]

This is CNP#68