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"sometimes you can't forget the times before all this...you gotta hold on 'till the end..."

As soon as I saw the wonderful horse stock I got a bunch of muse. I searched for an ocean background, because I love the water in my manipulations. It boosts its theme to sad/sorrowful. The text came to me as I was writing it, it was a spur of the moment thing. It's quite simple, but I am really pleased with it.

Entered here: [link]
Background Story
Name: ---
Gender: Mare
Age: 5 years
Personality: Sweet and innocent. For the first years of her life, she was boiling over with confidence, but now she has less of it, feeling like she is nothing special. She needs someone to show her what life can truly be about.
This mare's (yet to be named)love of her life was stolen away by another, prettier fae. Before it was just him and her, carefree and happy. They used to come to the sea, and gaze out on the horizon as the sun set. One day, that other pretty mare stole the stallion's heart, and he left this one to rot away. Now she comes, every stormy night and day, to gaze upon the horizon as she did so long ago.

Steal and I will track you down and stab you with my spork until you DIE Lovely sounding, right?

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Description
"sometimes you can't forget the times before all this...you gotta hold on 'till the end..."

As soon as I saw the wonderful horse stock I got a bunch of muse. I searched for an ocean background, because I love the water in my manipulations. It boosts its theme to sad/sorrowful. The text came to me as I was writing it, it was a spur of the moment thing. It's quite simple, but I am really pleased with it.

Entered here: [link]
Background Story
Name: ---
Gender: Mare
Age: 5 years
Personality: Sweet and innocent. For the first years of her life, she was boiling over with confidence, but now she has less of it, feeling like she is nothing special. She needs someone to show her what life can truly be about.
This mare's (yet to be named)love of her life was stolen away by another, prettier fae. Before it was just him and her, carefree and happy. They used to come to the sea, and gaze out on the horizon as the sun set. One day, that other pretty mare stole the stallion's heart, and he left this one to rot away. Now she comes, every stormy night and day, to gaze upon the horizon as she did so long ago.

Steal and I will track you down and stab you with my spork until you DIE Lovely sounding, right?

Horse:
BG:
Manip: