Post by poofpony on Oct 16, 2009 7:57:02 GMT -8
::Catalina::
What is this beauty you speak of? I have no lovely soul.
The life as a horse for I has been hard. Forced to live alone, hungry, tired, unfortunate a few ways to describe me. Anger and hatred for life has built up bottled in a needless pile that sits atop my heart. Life is horror.
I am an unfortunate mare in a few ways first I am a loner, second my looks. My looks are quite ugly or so to say the least. I have inherited large brawny muscle and pleasant blue eyes it is not that which bothers me it`s my unfortunate shaggy coat and unusually large head. Then theres my fatal reaction to foals. I hate them. They just add to this population of horses keeling over dead at every moment. Call me evil. Call me rude. But I know you don`t mean it. Darkness is what singes through my veins.Catalina - Poofpony
What is this beauty you speak of? I have no lovely soul.
The life as a horse for I has been hard. Forced to live alone, hungry, tired, unfortunate a few ways to describe me. Anger and hatred for life has built up bottled in a needless pile that sits atop my heart. Life is horror.
I am an unfortunate mare in a few ways first I am a loner, second my looks. My looks are quite ugly or so to say the least. I have inherited large brawny muscle and pleasant blue eyes it is not that which bothers me it`s my unfortunate shaggy coat and unusually large head. Then theres my fatal reaction to foals. I hate them. They just add to this population of horses keeling over dead at every moment. Call me evil. Call me rude. But I know you don`t mean it. Darkness is what singes through my veins.Catalina - Poofpony
