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owned by animalsannctuary:)

[~Tornado~]

reserved!

[trixie mattel.]

Reserved. :3 Thanks!

[.zoë.]

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[iluvdachshunds_11]

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Username:iluvdachshunds_11
Chub name:chester <3
Gender:male
Short story/Art/Poem/Anything creative:

Chester was a young filly when his parents left. They didn't want to leave, but they had a important meeting with the king and queen of Chubville. On the way back, his parents went missing. Chester never knew he had parents. His aunt decided to look after him. But she passed away. Soon, Chester was travling all over the world just to get adopted. Finally, Chester found Chub adopts, and knew automaticly that T-Genie and the others would take good care of him. But after awhile, he longed for more adventure and adrenaline. He wanted to explore the world even MORE. So Chester wrote a poem to express his feelings.

To travel is to explore the world firsthand,
and breathe deep the air, of mystic lands.
To barter or barrow, the mourn in sarrow,
or to have a relaxing vacation to share.

His friends loved the poem, so they entered it in a short poem contest. Chester won some money, and an award. He loved it so much, he wrote more poems abot all the amazing places he went. But he ran out of inspiration. So Chub adopts raised the money to send him and his friends go to Hawii. Now he wants to see all around the world, and I adopt him, I plan to do just that.

[airam]

U s e r n a m e :; | D a r k n e s s |
N a m e :; Fallen Dapple. I called her Fallen Dapple because she has a dapple coat and her mane reminds my of fallen leaves
G e n d e r :; I think she looks like. A girl girl but that's my opinion some might think it looks like a boy but I think it looks like a girl.
P o e m :; The soft sun rays lay on the grass
A gentle breeze carries leaves on it's back
I count then one, two three their were actually three as a matter of fact
The time change from dawn to noon, noon to dusk, dusk to midnight, midnight to dawn
The sunrises, the sunsets, the moon rises, the moon sets
The months rotate around the year
The seasons change and so does the weather
Like the tree loose their leaves and grow them back again
If you think about it it's very clever

W h a t I T h i n k :;I think this horse is very beautiful so congrationlation to however drew/colored it in I really hope I get it.
II wish everyone good luck
even myself.
Good luck

[animalsannctuary:)]

Username: animalsannctuary:)
Chub name: Ardian
Gender: male
Short story/Art/Poem/Anything creative:
Aloft the wind
I ride the night sky
I see the world through a much different eye

Power, beauty
Strength and grace
I feel the spirits of ancestral space

Pride of herd
Sisters and brothers
I live ever watchful standing by others

A kaleidoscope of colors
No two ever the same
The short, the tall, the long of mane

I know the chance
I know the fear
I live on the edge for death crouches near

On my back I carry a load
Through storm and calm
Ever vigilant and bold

I have died in battle
Killed by man
Hunted by predator as I roamed the land

No more room
Not enough grazing
Captured, shot, sold by pound on bills of lading

Yet I survive
Sometimes an insurmountable course
I am feral, I am Mustang, I am Wild Horse
(^I thought this was a very pretty description of the horse^)

[.zoë.]

This is ending in a week so please fill out the forms....

[airam]

This is ending in a week so please fill out the forms....

Umm… it's been like two weeks since you posted that and I'm curious when does this end?

[.zoë.]

Username: animalsannctuary:)
Chub name: Ardian
Gender: male
Short story/Art/Poem/Anything creative:
Aloft the wind
I ride the night sky
I see the world through a much different eye

Power, beauty
Strength and grace
I feel the spirits of ancestral space

Pride of herd
Sisters and brothers
I live ever watchful standing by others

A kaleidoscope of colors
No two ever the same
The short, the tall, the long of mane

I know the chance
I know the fear
I live on the edge for death crouches near

On my back I carry a load
Through storm and calm
Ever vigilant and bold

I have died in battle
Killed by man
Hunted by predator as I roamed the land

No more room
Not enough grazing
Captured, shot, sold by pound on bills of lading

Yet I survive
Sometimes an insurmountable course
I am feral, I am Mustang, I am Wild Horse
(^I thought this was a very pretty description of the horse^)

Ok congratulations <3