[Fuscontidox]

this girl is sorta a welcome back ;u;

shes pretty <3
and shes up for adoption!!

This girl has gone through a long journey to get where she is now
tell her story! whether through pictures, or writing(750 word max)
you may do both if you prefer and pretty forms are allowed, just try to keep the color legible to read

Owner: Moonhigh
Name: Song of the Islands "Paradise"
Color: Sooty Chocolate Palomino Tobiano |Over| Classic Champagne
Link for Form:

[Spiritstar3]

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[Corvus Prismatica]

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User:
Moonhigh
WEM Name:
Song of the Islands//Paradise
Images/Story:
A young, brown and white filly trotted next to her mother, her hooves thumping on the ground. Her stomach growled, and she bent down to eat some leaves when suddenly, she saw an iridescent bird. the filly, curious, inched closer to the bird,trying to get a better look. The bird took to the air, flying in the opposite direction of the herd. "Wait!" her mother called after her as the filly crashed after it. She followed the bird as it led her to a clearing, then soared into the sky, out of view. The filly looked around, then started towards where she thought she came from. no, not this way, she thought. She moved away, then she glanced around. She wasn't even sure where she was. Panic struck her like a stone. Then, she noticed something in the corner of her eye. It was golden and blue, and she could hear something crashing. Or at least that's what she thought. She crept through the Island plants and into the open. Golden, sparkling sand stretched out side was as far as she could see, and the vast blue ocean shimmered like a thousand diamonds. She crept down to where the water started, the waves lapping at her hooves. Wow, she thought. She and pranced around, kicking up water and seaweed. She could taste the salty air as the wind went by, the splash of water, and the grit of the sand. It was nothing like she had ever experienced before. After a while, she climbed out to rest on the shore. Settling down on a patch of beachgrass, she closed her eyes and drifted into a deep slumber. Every day, as the years passed, she had given up hope of ever seeing a horse again. However, she always came back to the beach to run with the wind and play in the waves. On one cool morning, as she got up , her thoughts wandering, when she suddenly heard the sound of hooves. My herd! she thought with glee. she trotted towards the sounds, excitement bubbling up inside her. When she caught view, she realized that they were not, in fact, her old herd. These horses were different. Cautiously, she walked up to one of the grazing horses. "Hello," she said to the horse. She eyed them warily, but the stranger seemed friendly enough. "Hi," the other mare said as munched, "Who are you? And where's your herd?" This made her hesitate. What was her name? And is her herd even still together? She thought back to the beach, with the waves, wind, sand, and sky. Her beach. Her Paradise. She thought of how her hooves carried her through the waves, and how all the sounds were carried on the breeze like a song. " I am Song of the Islands, or Paradise for short. I am of no herd," she said. The mare looked at Paradise questioningly, but didn't say anything. "I am Lilac from the Herd of Epona's Meadow. Run with me?" Lilac neighed. The two mares galloped to catch up with the moving Epona Herd. From then on, Paradise of No Herd was gone, but Song of the Islands was reborn to the wild. This is how she got to here, the Wild Epona Meadows, and how she came to be.
(552 words total)

[Fuscontidox]

bump

[Spiritstar3]

Dropping out...

Can you do my customs?

[Fuscontidox]

Dropping out...

Can you do my customs?

I'll take a look I'm guessing they were just posted?

[Spiritstar3]

Three of them
But I had 2 I posted like two months ago

[aray17]

is this girl still ufa?

[Fuscontidox]

Yeah she's still ufa

[aray17]

(read in an Irish voice similar to Merida even though Merida is Scottish)
I was born a wee little foal in Newcastle, Ireland. My mum and I would trot through the forests and along creeks and explore everyday. My childhood was filled with finding four leaf clovers and making leaf and flower crowns. We would dare each other to drink the ocean water when we would visit the nippy beach. We acted more like sisters than we did mother and daughter. Our bond was strong and would never break. I would run with the deer and chase rainbows after a rainy day in search of a leprechaun and his wee pot of gold. I never did find one sadly. I would gather dandelions in the spring and make hundreds of wishes. On clear, starry nights, my mum and I would stare off into the heavens and watch the beautiful Northern Lights. I always wanted to dance and prance through the stars and wondered what that would feel like. My mum would tell me stories of how the Northern Lights came to be. For the longest time I believed them too. I was always considered rare by my wild herd and my mum called me lucky. That's why they swept me up from me home and took me far away to a place I had never heard of: England. They came in the wee hours of the night and snatched me from my mum's grip. I never saw her again. I was alone and scared for my life when I was in the wee crate all by my lonesome. I tried to break the wooden planks that surrounded me but they wouldn't budge. I finally gave up and fell asleep. Before I knew it, I was in a bright place with people shouting and screaming. I had ropes tied around me and I couldn't move at all. I was pulled through massive crowds of people and loaded into a metal box. It started to move and I was taken to a stone patch of land where the humans loaded me into another strange metal box. This thing had metal attachments on the side that looked like the wings of birds. Little did I know that I was being shipped off to another new place called the United States of America. I had no clue where I was going and it was dark the whole time I was in the odd box with wings. I cried and neighed in sadness for hours upon hours until we stopped moving and I was in another crowded and loud place filled with humans. After this, I was forced into another metal box and this one would take me to my forever home: California.