Draggle

Keep me alive in your hearts and minds, and I will never fully leave you!

Helping out my daughter. : )

Her name is Darlene, and she is a teenage Clydesdale Unicorn. Her parents are Haggle and Pony Draggle, drawn by buxy of this forum in Spring 2011. Her cutie mark is a magic spell book. Her mane and tail were not depicted entirely accurately on the generator. Her mane and tail flow more freely, more messily. Her glasses are smaller. She has her mother's build and eyes, her father's coat and hooves, and hair of a mixture. Also, the actual person she is based on has grown her hair out since the generator version of her pony was created. Any takers?

Thank you again. Looking at this all when I'm not practically asleep, Observations: 1. This batch is all male! 2. You have now drawn a broken-horned unicorn and an injured-winged pegasus.

I went and showed Haggle off to everyone I was talking to as soon as I got your message. He's SO CUTE and definitely worth the wait!

"My name is Draggle," said Draggle, setting her plate down. "And I thank you. If you think my appetite is big, you should see my sister's!" "I should see my sister," the light-and-fluffy descendent of darkness thought to herself. It had been decades since. The way Draggle talked about her sister, one would think she saw her daily. Her sister certainly would not be at the Grand Galloping Gala, that much was obvious. Blinking rapidly to the present goings-on, Draggle asked the friendly pink unicorn athoof how her night was going.

If this is still available, somepony is in.

A beer drinker in a champagne atmosphere, Draggle was waiting for a moment of slipping up. It wasn't for lack of practice, either, what with her mate being a Manehattan native. It was simply the nature of the mare to be like a bull in a china store, though she had met some bulls in china stores who were more demur than herself. She had a habit of eating among large groups of ponies in the hopes that somepony would say something that interested her. Carrying her filled buffet plate in her mouth, she wandered over to a group of ponies with this intention in mind. Some stares were given at a grown, albeit broken-horned unicorn who was not using basic levitation. Draggle flashed a teethy smile at the upper crust ponies, garnering a bit of spittle on her plate. Said upper crust ponies had no response for that. Giggling, Draggle turned her attention to the group she had wandered into.

Sad bump is sad.

I have to go to the bathroom.

You sound like me there, except that I don't need to whine to make that happen.

Oh! Thank you!

I know. I changed my mind about waiting and it's "ready" now.

You know me, I'm nervous about saying anything is finished. Still debating a bit.