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Angels angels
04:10:36 [1k+ brindles] Angel
I have a grudge against Webweaver for some reason xD
Peachy
04:10:08 peach | abbi
howdy all
Versailles
04:09:41 Versa
Ana,
Just saw your baby. Love her! <3

Angel,
Literally my own. Rune HATES me and I don't understand why lol
Glacier Bay Cove
04:05:31 Arctic Katz
I have a grudge against Nigel
The Northern Lights
04:04:46 Ansley
-HEE Click-
1 of 1??
The Northern Lights
04:04:19 Ansley
Fantasy
Thanks so much lol. I've been on here for two years and it finally happened.
Fantasy Horses
04:03:12 Fantasy
Ansley
Yes you did! Congrats!
Angels angels
04:03:03 [1k+ brindles] Angel
Anyone else have a grudge against a stud lmao
Bluegrass Racing
04:00:14 Blue
Me telling myself that this is the season I cull everything PPP and even go through my PEP's. But they are pretty, its hard... I have actually done well lol

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Vancouver
03:54:19 Ana / Van
Versa
What a cutie! Same as my girl -HEE Click-
Excited to see if they will hit the LBs!
Angels angels
03:53:59 [1k+ brindles] Angel
We love when horses train so well but also hate it because matching is impossible xD
Versailles
03:52:52 Versa
Oh no I know, I just don't know if he has any true weaknesses yet lol
The Northern Lights
03:52:40 Ansley
guys I think I bred a 1 of 2 horse without knowing
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Angels angels
03:52:34 [1k+ brindles] Angel
Versa
True but my mares need Int bad lol
Versailles
03:50:40 Versa
Not necessarily weak, as he did have it week 4. Maybe just closer to decent than perfect lol
Angels angels
03:49:39 [1k+ brindles] Angel
Too bad he is weak in Int or I would definitely snag some straws lol
Versailles
03:47:51 Versa
Oh gosh. Good luck shaking it lol

I couldn't have asked for a better boy, though. Overjoyed with him, so excited!
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Angels angels
03:47:34 [1k+ brindles] Angel
Versa
I am glas my WWW WB filly dodged the grullo lol and she was all up her wk 4. Sadly she did get the homo Sb
Angels angels
03:46:56 [1k+ brindles] Angel
The two grullo WB mares I just matched will have about a 50% chance of throwing a grullo foal with the studs I paired them with lol
Versailles
03:46:07 Versa
Angel,
I'm so glad my new WB boy on my other account is training so well and successfully dodged grullo lol

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Angels angels
04:10:36 [1k+ brindles] Angel
I have a grudge against Webweaver for some reason xD
Peachy
04:10:08 peach | abbi
howdy all
Versailles
04:09:41 Versa
Ana,
Just saw your baby. Love her! <3

Angel,
Literally my own. Rune HATES me and I don't understand why lol
Glacier Bay Cove
04:05:31 Arctic Katz
I have a grudge against Nigel
The Northern Lights
04:04:46 Ansley
-HEE Click-
1 of 1??
The Northern Lights
04:04:19 Ansley
Fantasy
Thanks so much lol. I've been on here for two years and it finally happened.
Fantasy Horses
04:03:12 Fantasy
Ansley
Yes you did! Congrats!
Angels angels
04:03:03 [1k+ brindles] Angel
Anyone else have a grudge against a stud lmao
Bluegrass Racing
04:00:14 Blue
Me telling myself that this is the season I cull everything PPP and even go through my PEP's. But they are pretty, its hard... I have actually done well lol

-HEE Click-
-HEE Click-
-HEE Click-
Vancouver
03:54:19 Ana / Van
Versa
What a cutie! Same as my girl -HEE Click-
Excited to see if they will hit the LBs!
Angels angels
03:53:59 [1k+ brindles] Angel
We love when horses train so well but also hate it because matching is impossible xD
Versailles
03:52:52 Versa
Oh no I know, I just don't know if he has any true weaknesses yet lol
The Northern Lights
03:52:40 Ansley
guys I think I bred a 1 of 2 horse without knowing
-HEE Click-
Angels angels
03:52:34 [1k+ brindles] Angel
Versa
True but my mares need Int bad lol
Versailles
03:50:40 Versa
Not necessarily weak, as he did have it week 4. Maybe just closer to decent than perfect lol
Angels angels
03:49:39 [1k+ brindles] Angel
Too bad he is weak in Int or I would definitely snag some straws lol
Versailles
03:47:51 Versa
Oh gosh. Good luck shaking it lol

I couldn't have asked for a better boy, though. Overjoyed with him, so excited!
-HEE Click-
Angels angels
03:47:34 [1k+ brindles] Angel
Versa
I am glas my WWW WB filly dodged the grullo lol and she was all up her wk 4. Sadly she did get the homo Sb
Angels angels
03:46:56 [1k+ brindles] Angel
The two grullo WB mares I just matched will have about a 50% chance of throwing a grullo foal with the studs I paired them with lol
Versailles
03:46:07 Versa
Angel,
I'm so glad my new WB boy on my other account is training so well and successfully dodged grullo lol

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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


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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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