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Nikki~Mikki wrote:·●○⊙Nikki~Mikki⊙●○·The username of one of the many people trying to adopt me. I wonder what those letters could mean to her...
·●○⊙Etzli⊙●○·The only other Bayou Kelpie she owns. He is the first adopted out male Bayou Kelpie. She treasures him very much, but he needs someone to make him whole and open. And so she has been silently waiting for the perfect mare to come along. Apparently she feels that I fit the bill.
·○●⊙Eyes green as dew drops, secrets crumpled away like hidden words...·○●⊙According to her, my eyes remind her of the small orbs of water, that rest peacefully upon the plants in the early morning hours. The fresh air sweet and soft, the plants making the droplets appear a soft green color . The white splotch on my shoulder reminds her of crumpled up love letters, and words that will never be heard. She finds something calming in these two features, as they are what drew her towards me originally.
·○●⊙Les Histoires D'une Lettre D'amour Jusqu'à Froissé⊙●○·My name. I was told it translates to "the stories of a crumpled up love letter". If you haven't noticed already, it is French. I quite like my name, even if it is a little long. So far I haven't come across another creature with the same name as I. So I guess that counts as unique!
·○●⊙D'amour⊙●○·My nickname, I guess. Although, I don't like the term "Nickname". I like to call it my name in short. Amour means love in French, so D'amour must have something to do with that too, right? Either way, I like it, and I guess that's one of the most important things. To love your name. I think of it as a one word summary of you.
·○●⊙When you sing you begin with Do-Re-Mi⊙●○·Singing is my comfort. I don't care wether or not others think I sound terrible. Singing is my language. I am a first soprano, and I find low notes to difficult. I can successfully hit some extremely high notes and not have my voice crack. I prefer to sing in French, Latin, Swedish, Portuguese, Italian and English. When I have days where I don't want others to understand me, I will sing in different languages. Singing is how I express my self, it is my outlet when I am down or feel good about my self. There are a lot of things that inspire me, from the dewdrops to the sunrises.
·○●⊙Three and six quarters⊙●○·Try to figure it out. Oh I can't do that! I sound mean, and then I feel bad. If you don't know it, it's four and a half.
·○●⊙15 Hands⊙●○·My height. I'm not exactly the tallest mare in the world...
·○●⊙Mare⊙●○·If it isn't obvious, it's my gender. I do happen to feel that I look very feminine. After all, don't you see my gazelle like horns?
·○●⊙It's what's inside that counts⊙●○·I guess I should tell you about me, huh? Well at first, you should probably know that I'm pretty insecure. I worry about what others think of me, and I'm afraid to say what's on my mind. I am terrified of rejection. I can't evenask someone else to take a trot with me! Yeah, pretty pathetic huh? Good thing is that as soon as I start feeling confident, comfortable and at ease, I become more open in a way. I don't trust very easily, so if I tell you any secrets you better keep them! I'm pretty hard figure out, I, myself, am still learning new things about me! I'm the kind of kelpie who is super quiet and such at first, but as soon as you get to know me, I'm super open, bubbly, and outgoing. I've been told by my bestfriends that sometimes I never shut up.
·○●⊙Learn from the past⊙●○·That is something important to remember. I had recently moved into the new territory with my parents when I was youn, so I was made fun of because I spoke and acted differently than everyone else. At the time I only had two real friends, but sadly they migrated to different territory with their parents. I made a new friend, who later ditched me and teased me. Who I am today is an effect from that. She left a huge unseen scar, that will never go away. And at the time, I was too nice to say anything to defend myself. As I grew up, I met new horses and son had more friends than she did. And yet she was the one who comes and says no one likes me... weird huh? I think it's strange how someone can be so cruel. I had a good relationship with my mother, father and little brother. I was especially close to my mother. I could tell her anything. I wasna real little daddy's girl too. Back then, my little brother was pretty annoying, but then again, which one isn't? I still wouldn't trade him for the world. I have been a little quiet and well... I don't know how to explain it. I had a good life, been bullied here and there, but I learned from my mistakes and everything that life threw at me. I learned who I could trust, what was important and who the right kelpiess were to make friends with.
·○●⊙Question: Out of every single peice of art i have done on Oekaki Which is your favourite? ( optional,just curious)⊙●○·
I'd have to say this one. It's simple, but it caught my attention right away.
·○●⊙Find a link to a site in Australia that saves Brumbies ⊙●○·
·○●⊙The Dew Drops and Love LettersIf I can think, really think,
I can remember the dew drops and love letters.
The letters were of cream, soft black ink singing their words.
Feelings and strong emotion danced and yet,
The letter was crumpled up,
And thrown out.
The lost words met the dewdrops that rested outside,
Invisible and unseen by the rest of the world,
A companion to the forever hidden dance.
And yet, some find beauty and comfort,
In those lost worss and the dewdrops,
For they too, have been hidden away.
·○●⊙Flickan och Kråkan (The Girl and the Crow)⊙●○·Jag satt häromdagen och läste min tidning
en dag som så många förut.
O jag tänkte på alla dom drömmar man drömt som
en efter en har tatt slut
Då såg jag en bild av en flicka
med en skadskjuten kråka i famn
hon springer iväg genom skogen
så fort som hon någonsin kan
Och hon springer med fladdrande lockar
hon springer på taniga ben
o hon bönar och ber och hon hoppas och tror
att det inte ska vara för sent
Flickan är liten och hennes hår är så ljust
o hennes kind är så flämtande röd
kråkan är klumpig och kraxande svart
om en stund är den alldeles död
Men flickan, hon springer för livet
hos en skadskjuten fågel i famn
hon springer mot trygghet och värme
för det som är riktigt och sant
O hon springer med tindrande ögon
hon springer på taniga ben
för hon vet att det är sant, det som pappa har sagt
att finns det liv är det aldrig för sent
O jag började darra i vånda och nöd
jag skakade av rädsla och skräck
för jag visste ju alldeles tydligt och klart
att det var bilden av mig som jag sett
För mitt hopp är en skadsjuten kråka
och jag är ett springande barn
som tror det finns någon som kan hjälpa mig änsom tror det finns nån som har svar
O jag springer med bultande hjärta
jag springer på taniga ben
O jag bönar och ber, fast jag egentligen vet
att det redan är alldeles för sent.
[Copy and Paste into Google Translate. It's in Swedish]

~Username~
ButterflyRose
~How many BKs do you own~
None at the moment.
~Favorite Thing About Her~
My favorite thing about her is her vivid green eyes. Also her coat pattern, though common, if perfectly well done and fits her well.
~Name~
Storm Dancer
~Nickname~
Storm
~Favorite Thing~
Storm loves to meet new kelpies and splash and slosh through the swamps.
~Age~
She is about three years old.
~Height~
Storm Dancer is a tall 16.4 hands high.
~Gender~
She is a mare
~Personality~
You first see her and you say, "Oh, she is just your average Kelpie-" Wrong! Storm is a mare of bold features.
Friendly
Curious
Outgoing
~History~
~Question~
Out of every single peice of art i have done on Oekaki Which is your favorite?:
It was a very hard dacision, but it would have to be viewtopic.php?t=1103156 , Well besides this mare^^.
~Find me a link to a site in australia which saves Brumbies~
The Australian Heritage Brumby is a unique equine and epitomizes the spirit of freedom, roaming through rugged bush land and the harsh outback areas of Australia where they are free to run wild and survive in extreme conditions. You can lear more about them here- http://www.savethebrumbies.org/
~Anything else~
art, story, poem, lyrics,




When I close my eyes tonight,
To symphonies of blinding light,
God save us everyone,
Will we burn inside the fires of a thousand suns?
Like memories in cold decay,
Transmissions echoing away,
Far from the world of you and I,
Where oceans bleed into the sky!
Like memories in cold decay,
Transmissions echoing away,
Far from the world of you and I,
Where oceans bleed into the sky.
Lift me up,
Let me go,
Lift me up,
Let me go.
Lift me up
Let me go
Lift me up
Let me go...
C’mon, c’mon, with everything falling down around me
I’d like to believe in all the possibilities
Try not to mistake what you have with what you hate
It could leave, it could leave, come the morning
Celebrate the night
It’s the fall before the climb
Shall we sing, shall we sing, 'til the morning
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