 11:41:48 McFossil| Ah. I'm not quite there yet. I still need to keep some E mares to test my boys. |
11:38:43 Ru| So just a handful of E fillies make it to the barns, but they're pretty good. I don't have any way to judge them but their training, so it is how it is |
11:36:10 Ru Ace
I usually look at W6 for my Es, if they don't show up anything W3 and 6, they're out |
11:30:24 McFossil I am clear cut FR'ing all stock not all up WK7 for my SD. I messed this fillys training and I'm so glad I made a note because I almost FR'd her.
-HEE Click- |
11:25:50 McFossil| LOL Computers, that is true Gypsy. |
11:24:53 | Exactly; now we folk with big vocabularies are mistaken for computers! You really do have great word usage and a very distinctive style. Write more! |
11:23:04 McFossil| Nice boy RU and both parents on the LB. That's sweet. |
11:22:07 McFossil I do enjoy using my own lines. Something about see my horses pop all over a pedigree. LOL But a little outside help can be great for a little jump on the LB's.
Vell Absolutely you are welcome. And feel free to reach out for insight. Gypsy is a great resource and I know there are other writers and readers here on HEE that can offer constructive opinions. |
11:21:16 Ru| -HEE Click- picked up this boy so he's gonna freshen up my blood |
11:19:27 Ru Ace
I haven't used outside studs for a while, like months? Should give them a chance next RO, I have plenty of mares to spare |
11:19:18 Vell| Thank you, I appreciate all the insight! |
11:18:18 Ru Vell
It comes with practice, don't worry. There's no particular need to search for it |
11:17:55 McFossil| Ru why would your line go down? Wouldn't new options be an opportunity to increase the strength? |
11:17:31 Vell| It is definitely hard to pinpoint my voice but I am sure the more I write the easier it will be. |
11:16:56 McFossil| Nope, no AI detected. It feels authentic, as in the choice of words and candor are your own. Gypsy is right AI is good, but obvious. Especially if you have been writing for a while. |
11:16:44 Vell| I am always so concerned with my word choice being mistaken for AI usage, people at work always think I write my emails with AI but the reality is I just read a ton of books haha |
11:15:50 | Oooh, that chestnut mare is on FIRE. |
11:15:11 | Oh, no, not at all, I was just agreeing with MC about authors finding their voices. |
11:14:39 | I'd make one change; switch "horrors abound" to "horrors arise". (It's just more poetic in keeping with your linguistic choices in the rest of the piece.) |
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General Anubis AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs +++ "The reason being he realized what a terrible mistake he had made." Leo snorted. No one should piece parts of dead things together and try to bring them to life, even fictionally. That was just flippin' weird. "Okay, you have a point. Good pancakes are light and fluffy. I admit defeat." He spent the next half second thinking up a better thing. "I don't like making kids into paper, okay?" There, something that was VERY flat. That's the only thing he was going for, so Glory could not argue. "Hmm. Well blackmail and positive reinforcement are very similar, so... I guess it's just positive reinforcement." He flashed a smile. Definitely just that. No blackmail involved anymore. He had changed his mind. "I'm picking the lesser of the two evils. Licking and biting are BOTH bad, but licking is less bad." he protested, swatting at her shoulder. "Lucy, listen to reason, not crazy people." He grinned. "Well, I would do anything to get you, even if it means getting along with a cat and being grateful they put up with me." Disdain flickered across his face as he sighed dramatically. Leo was already drifting off to sleep, eyes closed as he breathed in the scent of her hair and relished in the feeling of having a live safe warm Glory next to him. Mere minutes later, he dropped off into snooze town,. |
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Lieutenant Dwyer ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ "Mm, true. Or it was too much effort," Glory said. Even just digging up the body was more trouble than it was worth, unless it was some rich guy who'd been buried dressed in his weight in gold and jewels. "Good choice," She said smugly. Now, if he'd specified bad pancakes, then she'd have no argument. "Hmm, that's pretty flat. What about thick paper?" She asked. She's seen paper thicker than bad pancakes before, actually. Very watery pancake batter and thick cardstock which she still considered to be paper. It wasn't corrugated, therefore it wasn't cardboard. "Nooo, it was blackmail earlier. If the deal doesn't change, then neither does the name," Glory protested. You could put the Chevy bowtie on a Ford but that didn't make it a good truck. Still Found On Road Dead. "Whatever you say," She said, grinning even more so at his playful whack. "Since when were you reasonable?" She huffed in mock offense. Nuh-uh, he was no less crazy than her. "Mm, that's reassuring," She giggled. The cat's judgment was important, though. He had excellent taste in people. And food, he didn't like gross canned mystery meat, he liked people food. He usually made his way through the cafeteria on a genius route that took him past every single table, collecting scraps of meat. "G'night Leo, love you," was the last thing she mumbled before falling asleep, Ma-Fasto's growly little purr rumbling from where he was loaded behind her. |
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General Anubis AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs +++ "Putting together a body likely was too much effort." Leo snorted. That only reminded him of how much he hated when people referred to the monster as Frankenstein. Like, NO, people- the DOCTOR was Frankenstein, the monster was Frankenstein's Monster. Big difference there. Then again, Frakenstein could've been called a monster, so it was a little confusing. "Let me specify... thin paper, normal paper, paper that can give you a very painful papercut. That paper." he huffed. VERY thin paper. Paper that had been flattened alllllll the way. "Fine fine fine. If you don't die, you'll get MORE cuddles and kisses. That's a new deal, and it is positive reinforcement." He offered. He could do that, too. He was still taking away stuff if she DID almost die, but that part did not need to be mentioned. "I am reasonable. It's like voting for politicians. Go for the lesser evil." He sniffed. He was SUPER reasonable. But they were equal crazy, so... his defense had holes. Lots of em. "Love you too." He murmured before he had dropped off. THE NEXT MORNING APPROXIMATELY 5 HOURS LATER AT 8:32 AM Leo felt himself slowly being dragged back to the living world. He groaned quietly and shut his eyes tighter, but then the memories of the past week, specifically the night before, rushed back to him and he smiled slightly, feeling a warm glow spread through every inch of him from his heart to his fingertips. He let his eyes flicker open slightly, breathing in the scent of Glory before shifting slightly so he could see the window, peering out. It was light out, but it looked lighter than usual. He'd guess sometime from 7-9. |
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Lieutenant Dwyer ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ "Like making a cake of meat," Glory mumbled in agreement. What that meant exactly she wasn't entirely sure, 'twas just the nightly ramblings of a tired Glory. Pretty normal things for her. Tired Glory and Mild-to-Moderately Drunk Glory tended to say rather similar things, actually. "Ohhkay, papercut paper," She said, nodding. The evil stuff. The bane of finger flesh. Even worse if you managed to get a papercut right on webbing between fingers, where you can't bandage and it always gets ripped back open just by trying to use your fingers. Glory nodded slowly, considering the offer. "Okay, deal," She said after a moment. It didn't sound like a terrible deal. Maybe a little bit shady, but not inherently bad, at least. "So you're less evil than me?" She asked. Nuh-uh. Well... maybe. Probably, if we're to be honest. Yeah.... Leo was the lesser evil here. THE NEXT MORNING APPROXIMATELY 5 HOURS LATER AT 8:32 AM Glory woke with a groan; it was too bright already and it made her head hurt and wish the sun would just quit it already. She buried her face in Leo's chest, and Lucy noticed the Great Awakening, tromping her way over to squeeze her big furry self between Glory and Leo, grinning a big innocent doggo grin. The cat had left the bed at some point and was posing majestically in the window, the tips of his luscious fur glowing orange and yellow. |
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General Anubis AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs +++ "I am now disgusted." Leo shuddered inwardly, making a face. "We're talking about a child here." They really shouldn't be- honestly, mentioning a child in their conversation was a TERRIBLE idea, always, as it would end like this. A cake of meat. Good God save us. "Yeah, papercut paper." He sniffed. The stuff sucked. It was not, however, as bad as GRASS. Being cut by GRASS was an insult to you, for one, for two it hurt like the dickens to the point when you were honestly ready to chop your finger off, and for three... they NEVER healed, insult to injury. It took FOREVER. He didn't have forever. "Good." He smirked. Now she couldn't die and he could take away rewards if she did. "By a small amount in some subjects." Leo grinned. "In other ways... not so much." Like Corrupted. They were both equally evil torturers. He may just have a little more child sense. Or he liked them more, anyway. - Leo shifted back towards Glory as she groaned and buried her head in his chest, trying to escape the sunlight. Completely understood. It was blinding. He snorted unhappily at Lucy as she wriggled her way between them, but couldn't help giving the dog a pat. "G'mornin." He mumbled under his breath, eyes drifting shut as his mind refused to wake up. |
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Lieutenant Dwyer ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ "Oh. I thought it was a meat cake..." Glory mused quietly. Yeah, children were never really a good topic with her. Or, to be more accurate, conversation itself wasn't very smart. It'd turn very strange, very quickly. BUT, in her defense, a cake of meat was basically just meatloaf. She wrinkled her nose in a combination of distaste and understanding at his confirmation of the bad paper. Yeah, that stuff was better kindling than anything else. Then again, Glory could hurt herself with a frigging DANDELION by accident, so it was kind of hard to blame the paper. Didn't mean she wouldn't, though. "Yeah, SOME subjects," She said, smirking. While she was generally the greater evil, it didn't mean she was TOTALLY evil. She was... chaotic neutral in many. The others were chaotic evil, of course. No lawful or good to be found here, no sir. TOMORROW "Mmm, g'morn'n," She mumbled back, followed by a half groaned, "Lucyyy. Mooove." The dog, much to its credit, did in fact move. By which she so RUDELY shoved Glory away just to get closer to Leo. "Asshat," Glory mumbled unhappily. Damn dog. She didn't want to bust out the bad dog though, since Lucy HAD done as told. Only out of malicious compliance, though. Glory didn't exactly care to wake up fully and deal with the dog, so she did the opposite; went back to sleep. |
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