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Hi. Many of you will notice that I have two topics. No, you are not allowed to do this, but my first topic has been shut down. I wanted to go back to showing the information of my horses. Sadly, this means that there will be No RPing in this thread, because it would screw things up when I got another horse. But here will be the detailed information on my feinds. xD


First off, let me introduce myself. I'm Sky.

Lets see, I'm a digital graphics major, and hope at one point to have my own breedables site to sell pets on. Though, with the way I want to collect them, I'm never going to have enough gold. biggrin

Well, that's my goal here anyway. I hope at one point to get a job that I can stay-at-home for, it will be online, and maybe website management or some such thing.

Table of Contents:
Page 1: Mirage
-Introduction
-Mirage
-Birth Family
-Other Family
-Grand-Children
-Familiar
-Lineage Chart
-Photo Album
-Other Images
-Herd Info
-Herd Members
-Herd Location
-Stories
-Rping Info
-Rping Info cont.

Birth Family

Grand-Children

Lineage Chart

Other Images

Herd Members

Still being developed. Though, remind me of the ice cream exploration, and I'll get it down here.

Painted Pony
Mirage was bored. There was nothing to do around the house. Mother was taking a nap on the couch, and the fans were running to keep the house cool. But he wanted to play. So, instead, he decided to go exploring. He left the house, making sure to push the screen door shut behind him like Mom had taught him to, and headed to look around by the storage shed at the side of the house.

Now, this was used by several people to store gardening tools and all manners of things in. And someone had left the door open and unlatched. He stuck his small muzzle in the crack, and forced the door open. His little tuft tail flicked excitedly as he saw all the wonders of the shed, and he stepped inside. His small foot stepped in the loop of rope by the door, but he paid it no attention. He explored the little shed. That was, until his foot met resistance. The little loop had tightened, and he pulled with all his might to lose his foot from its restraint. Bad idea.

On the upper shelf, which the rope was sitting on, was a paint can. And as he tugged, the can came closer and closer to the edge of the shelf. Finally, with his last tug, the rope went slack, and he was happy that he was free, until a yellow substance splashed on him; scaring him and making him bolt out the door. Sky had heard the commotion, and came running outside to see what it was, only to find her young colt standing many feet from the front of the shed, with a rope around his ankle. Except, he wasn't black and pink anymore. He now bore a large amount of yellow on him.

She snickered behind a hand as she took the rope and removed it from him, and marched him over to the side of the house and told him to stand. She went inside for a moment, and came out with a bucket and sponge, and older clothes on her. Mirage didn't like the look of that. It reminded him of when he got a bath. And that's exactly what happened. She turned the hose on him, and started to scrub the yellow nasty stuff off. Though, he didn't do it quite willingly. Throughout the entire bath, he stood spread-legged for balance because Mother was scrubbing at him, and his ears were as far back as they would go. Oh, how he hated baths.

Rping Info (cont.)