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South Rock Valley
05:30:59 
hi! I'm a returning player with no memory if this game... if you have any tips for starting out or breeding my mail is open!!
Calela Eventing
05:19:07 Cali
I have an addiction for capturing Knaps, my poor capture passes are going down the drain
Golden Crest
04:30:26 | Eve
Adding on that obviously, the horse needs to be grey, that isn't what I mean <3
Golden Crest
04:29:52 | Eve
Do you need certain genes to get dapple grey or are some greys just shitheads with re rolls? Lol
Boulder Creek
01:24:05 
All I was doing was trying to sort out what letters went with what age group....and then I fell...
into the crazy mind warp tunnel of trying to understand

Quitting Time
Boulder Creek
01:22:24 
I think I twisted myself into a knot then

haha,

thanks for the reminder/head bonk
x.x
KPH Equestrian
01:17:38 Rapcoon | Jester
boulder
the bred horses started as 1, the Oct wild started at 2, and the Nov wild started at 3 ^^; wilds are funky like that lol
Namerik Stables
01:14:17 Rose
-HEE Click- well damn wasn't expecting that colour
Boulder Creek
01:11:20 
Huh
I feel like the guy from Always Sunny with the board

I have two late Septembers (bred), 2 mid October - different days (wild), mid November (wild)
all stating they are 11 years old with different birth years.

I have a handful of late October (bred) who state they are 10 with the birth year 183

...this is messing with my brain and spreadsheets
Santana Rising
12:55:15 San
Happens either with wilds, or if you breed them shortly before RO on the first day of the month
Boulder Creek
12:53:33 
I have two horses who are the same age - but born in two different months
KPH Equestrian
12:46:41 Rapcoon | Jester
good! xD
Fantasy Horses
12:32:28 Fantasy | Fanta
KPH
you inspired me to search for dumbledore memes lol
Golden Heart
12:32:24 Gold
San

oop xD
Golden Heart
12:30:47 Gold
oop works now lol, idk what that was

Santana Rising
12:28:57 San
-HEE Click- of course now that I used all 15 bravery trainings for today she has to reveal she's WC
Golden Heart
12:28:09 Gold
Lily

yup
Fantasy Horses
12:22:01 Fantasy | Fanta
Blue
Love it! Right now i have writer's block so I'm not adding any weird posts >.<
Alpine Acres
12:18:17 Lily
Gold
Are all your riders paid and assigned to the horses you want to enter?
Golden Heart
12:17:10 Gold
Hey yall, every time i enter a show it says oops T-T

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South Rock Valley
05:30:59 
hi! I'm a returning player with no memory if this game... if you have any tips for starting out or breeding my mail is open!!
Calela Eventing
05:19:07 Cali
I have an addiction for capturing Knaps, my poor capture passes are going down the drain
Golden Crest
04:30:26 | Eve
Adding on that obviously, the horse needs to be grey, that isn't what I mean <3
Golden Crest
04:29:52 | Eve
Do you need certain genes to get dapple grey or are some greys just shitheads with re rolls? Lol
Boulder Creek
01:24:05 
All I was doing was trying to sort out what letters went with what age group....and then I fell...
into the crazy mind warp tunnel of trying to understand

Quitting Time
Boulder Creek
01:22:24 
I think I twisted myself into a knot then

haha,

thanks for the reminder/head bonk
x.x
KPH Equestrian
01:17:38 Rapcoon | Jester
boulder
the bred horses started as 1, the Oct wild started at 2, and the Nov wild started at 3 ^^; wilds are funky like that lol
Namerik Stables
01:14:17 Rose
-HEE Click- well damn wasn't expecting that colour
Boulder Creek
01:11:20 
Huh
I feel like the guy from Always Sunny with the board

I have two late Septembers (bred), 2 mid October - different days (wild), mid November (wild)
all stating they are 11 years old with different birth years.

I have a handful of late October (bred) who state they are 10 with the birth year 183

...this is messing with my brain and spreadsheets
Santana Rising
12:55:15 San
Happens either with wilds, or if you breed them shortly before RO on the first day of the month
Boulder Creek
12:53:33 
I have two horses who are the same age - but born in two different months
KPH Equestrian
12:46:41 Rapcoon | Jester
good! xD
Fantasy Horses
12:32:28 Fantasy | Fanta
KPH
you inspired me to search for dumbledore memes lol
Golden Heart
12:32:24 Gold
San

oop xD
Golden Heart
12:30:47 Gold
oop works now lol, idk what that was

Santana Rising
12:28:57 San
-HEE Click- of course now that I used all 15 bravery trainings for today she has to reveal she's WC
Golden Heart
12:28:09 Gold
Lily

yup
Fantasy Horses
12:22:01 Fantasy | Fanta
Blue
Love it! Right now i have writer's block so I'm not adding any weird posts >.<
Alpine Acres
12:18:17 Lily
Gold
Are all your riders paid and assigned to the horses you want to enter?
Golden Heart
12:17:10 Gold
Hey yall, every time i enter a show it says oops T-T

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The Swamp March 14, 2022 09:16 PM


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On a clear evening --deep in the southernmost part of Florida-- a man sat upon his porch, creaking back and forth in a weathered rocking chair. A low, droning buzz rose from the swamp. Years of life on the bayou had taught him that this indicated mosquitos rising in swarms, preparing for the oncoming summer months.

In waves they would wash over the shores of mud that encased the swamp. Bubbling water, colored vomit green and umber brown, was the birthplace of the swarms that devoured the land each year. In the eyes of the man, it would be a harsh summer; temperature records had already been shattered and it was only the onset of the long, sweltering months to come. Pale blue eyes, set deep in creases of tanned skin, scanned the horizon, waiting for the buzzing to cease. It did not. Previous years had brought mild mosquito seasons; this summer was different. Buzzing droned in his ears and consumed his consciousness. They were coming for him.

The man rose unsteadily from his rocker; a wrinkled hand grasping firmly the feeble arm of the chair. Pale blue eyes flicked back and forth, observing the dark crevices of the swamp that lay before him. The droning resounded vehemently. For a moment he realized his foolishness and slowly sank back down into the rocker. There was no need to leave, the murmur would remain in the swamp, he would remain on the porch.

Rays of sunlight filtered through the dense foliage above the man. Evenings in Florida were quick; the final light of the afternoon plummeting quickly into the depths of night. Rocking quicker the man’s old eyes criticized the ever darkening swamp before him. His heart rate rose steadily. The elderly man chuckled to himself and finally stood. Sitting was a waste of time, instead of causing himself unnecessary trepidation he figured that it would be best to leave the porch and take a stroll among the palmettos.

A single lamp was lit, hanging on the front post of his porch. It oscillated softly in the gentle evening breeze. Dull light emanated from the lantern, barely illuminating the surrounding area. Hobbling down his walkway, he extended an aged hand to rustle the branches of the palms. A murmur rose once more from the swamp. Hastily the man’s eyes flashed up. He peered unseeingly into the darkness, searching for what he knew caused the annoyance.

“Silence, silence,” he muttered softly into the salty breeze.

Gloom canvassed the landscape as stars appeared above. With the dawn of night came the presence of the nocturnals. Hissing noises could be heard from the gators that inhabited the putrid waters. The decrepit man found himself wandering off the path of his home and into the swamp.

His eyes were weak and fumbled over the surroundings, searching for a recognizable landmark. The buzzing droned on. He reeled around in the darkness searching for the source of that troublesome, grating sound. He could only make out a mere shadow in the ever darkening woods. The gnarled voice barked out a low greeting, assuming the shadow belonged to a fellow wanderer. No reply was offered. Stumbling over twisted roots of cypress trees the man found that his shoes were becoming sodden with the sunless waters of the shore. Looking down he realized the filthy water had risen to the cuffs of his jeans. Frantically he sloshed backwards, eager to free himself from the mucky grasp of the bog.

As he thrashed the night grew still. The sounds of the bayou ceased and from the darkness a set of glowing eyes locked upon him in his struggle. No longer was the buzzing rising from behind trees out of the water. The hissing of the gators had ceased; only his shallow breaths disturbed the night. On his arm he felt the pinch of a mosquito, desperately trying to siphon a small taste of blood. Slowly the old man squashed the bug against his arm. Against his leg he felt a cold, scaly limb, rubbing like sandpaper on his agitated nerves. His blood chilled and shivers shook the waning body of the man.

Yellow eyes fixated upon him. Much closer than they had been a minute prior. It was dark. Painfully dark. The moon lent no light to allow sight to the old man. All that glowed in the dark were the eyes watching him. Struggling against the swamp with ever growing urgency the man watched the eyes. They bobbed, up and down, up and down. The water level would cover them, then once more reveal the glowing orbs as they inched closer. Occasionally an eye would close, relieving the unwavering gaze. It was only ever one eye that closed.

The scent of fear permeated the already reeking swamp air. The eyes disappeared beneath the surface of the water. A feeble shriek escaped the elderly man as he disappeared beneath the water. Bubbles rose to the surface of the swamp, marking the old man’s grave. The droning mosquitos returned and a new scent joined the conglomeration of smells already present in the swamp. Only the acrid stench of blood could create the malodor that now drifted peacefully through the swamp, wafting on the evening breeze as stars appeared in the vast heavens above.


Edited at March 14, 2022 09:35 PM by Vellum Elites
The Swamp March 14, 2022 10:49 PM


FirstLightFarms

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this is very vividly written!
The Swamp March 16, 2022 03:46 PM


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FirstLightFarms said:
this is very vividly written!


Thank you! I wrote it quite awhile ago and recently went through and revised it. Thought I would share it here for some people to enjoy. :)

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