Entering: Fallen
Claimed: No one has taken her heart
Herd: Screw it.
Personality: Pissed & Lonely
Status: Unfinished
Words: Who cares.

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Why had despair filled the lands, it had seemed as if no one was happy. It was as if the world had changed everyone to a poor unfortuante soul. The world was nothing close to a fairy-tale, to that happy-ever after. Fog, mist, and rain covered the humid, hot land. There was nothing to be cheerful of. No frolicking foals, no mates sharing their love for another. Everything was so sad, and quiet. Even the gentle sound of birds chirping was not to be heard. For these, these were the worst of times.