Black in color, gold at heart. Natari is brave, sweet and loving.

Hope that meets the requirments, lol. Good luck =D

Ok... I wanna do something, I just don'y know what. For now, I'll do an Acrostic

Not only wonderful, she is

Also wise and respected.

Tremendous at creativity

Acting, dancing, art.

Refined. People think of her as

Inspiring as they watch her gracefully dance.

Lol, that's wierd.

I'll do another soon, If I can think of anything =p 

The egg shining in the spotlight, sitting on the velvet pillow on a small table. The moonlight shone into my the room through the window behind me. All was quiet, peaceful, and nothing was there to interrupt the making of our strong bonds, one thread at a time weaving through my mind and the infant that lay within the egg. I looked at the egg with longing eyes and pictured the two of us, the majestic old green ezahni which has stood by me from the day it was born,  flipping through faded pictures of his first moments, parties, and that time would be exactly like this one. I looked at the clock. Only half a minute had gone. The egg sat still and quiet, unlike the other eggs I have hatched which show signs of life even before they are ready to be hatched. What if this egg was dormant? I thought, frightened thoughts overflowed as I thought about the innocent ezahni, dead and cold, even before he could see the moon, the sky, the earth, the world. I buried my face in my hands and breathed deeply, I had to get these horrendous thoughts out of my mind. What was I thinking?

I calmed down and carressed the egg like how a mother strokes her baby's cheeks, lovingly, tenderly, at that moment i felt nothing could tear us apart. The egg jolted, giving me a fright, a fright which turned into joy soon after, when a pair of huge amber eyes interlocked with mine. Sitting bewildered, it trembled in the cold wind, it's wet, reddish black mane sticking to his fur. I took him into my arms and held him close to my chest, his heart beating against mine, in unison, together as one. The bond we had forged just a matter of seconds ago turned into reality. I looked down at the baby, which had so quickly drifted off to sleep, exhausted from hatching out of it's egg. I reached for the velvet pillow, removed the broken egg shell and placed the baby black ezahni gently onto the pillow, careful not to wake him up. I opened the drawer and fished out a golden collar, the one i had been saving for so long. I knew, i just knew that he was rightful owner of my golden collar. Everybody, is *censored*igned truckloads of bronze and silver collars, but only one gold collar, which can never be removed.

I used my swiss army knife to carve out his name, carefully, line by line I exerted much strength to carve his name permanently into the shining solid gold. And there was the collar, soo carefully and lovingly etched into a once empty and plain golden collar. The buckle snapped open, and i lifted his head and clicked the collar on as softly as possible. I smiled to myself, and whispered, "what a beautiful baby" to myself. I lifted him off the velvet pillow and tucked him into my bed, under the soft, warm quilt, hand-knitted by my mother. He slept so soundly, so peacefully, his chest moving up and down gently, his mane no longer wet and soft like fine threads of silk. Tears welled up in my eyes, glad that the little baby had made it into this world alive, and this little baby i will bring with me and share my happiest memories with. I stroked his head tenderly, lovingly, and whispered goodnight, before dragging an old mattress out onto the floor to sleep, not wanting to disturb his dreams.

The moonlight shone into the room in a straight ray, splashing his collar with moonlight. "Natari," i read, "Natari" 

If its okay I'd love to write a story :D

IT lay on a golden pillow in the clouds, it was an egg, a nice untouched Ezahni egg. So precious and loved but still untouched. The moonlight showed down on it, looking down on the little creature. The egg was still, then the moonight still fixed on the silent gentle egg, moved. The moonlight moved, centered around a small crack. It was a spotlight on the tiniest crack. The silent untouched egg moved a little bit. Barely noticable. But i noticed. Then the egg moved again, the moonlight moving with it. Then it stopped moving, egg and all. My heart pounced. Then a small, small, tini wini voice from inside the touched speaking egg murmured mommy. My heart let out a sigh. IT was still alive. Then is swayed, once more. This time swaying a little faster, then a little faster, and a little faster. The moonlight had focused ALL AROUND the gentle egg. It seemed not to care where it was cracking. Since it was cracking everywhere! My eyes were buldging hearts! This was the last egg! The egg swayed rapidly cracking and moving. Some hair popped up in the egg through a crack. Then a foot and a snout. Soon half the body was out. And i was happier then ever before. SHE was my beauty! Then, the small Ezahni emerged. It was a black beauty, so gentle, so female, so precious. And i was black, a  wonder or a hatch. So tender. She opened her eyes to look at me (me is caya). I held her in my arms. Strocked her like a mother does to a baby, with tender love and care. I kised her on the cheek once. Then i kissed her lips so happy to have her in my arms. Her tender main brushing over my finger tips. Her lips puckered like a kiss. i could tell she kissed me back. Her eyes so oval and sweet. Thats when the name came to me, Natari. A sweet brave ezahni. So wonderful to be around. "NATARI" i tried it out. She moved at attention. I think natari was made to be her name. I said ti again. She moved this time slower. She is a shy,  loving and magical creature. Maybe a magical being from the sky. A wonder of how she could be so shy and sweet but yet so protective. Her eyes flashed. Her black eye lashes opened once more to revele her eyes. Her markings were so pretty, and wonderful i could not help but brush a gentle hand against them. 

Then the day came when Natari ran. She ran across the green field. So graceful and dependable. Her feet like wings, they never touched the ground, or it seemed that way. Then she stood up on two hooves (he hind 2 hooves) and cooed her velvet song. At that moment i knew Natari was someone i would never let go of. I knew such a filly would never let me go, or let me slip from her life at all. She bravely galluped around the meadow, leaving a wonderful golden dust wherever she went. Then she came to me and brushed up against my knee and whispered caya. What a wonderful sound it was, how dreamy her voice was, how wonderful it felt to be loved once more, to be protected and watched with gentle round eyes was a wonderful feeling. An undescribeable feeling. a GREAT feeling. Natari was amazing at everything she did. Her smile so heart warming, even if i was upset, Natari knew how to cheer me up. I think, she was magic. She had to be i was not dreaming that whle time. But i knew Natari was a dream, a dream friend most people never get close to having.