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omikki13 · 9 years

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Agreed. Why doesn't anyone realize that if Plague had wanted dom we wouldn't have started a profit push so late in the week?! We've done this before and never moved an inch, the fact that we moved at all surprised everyone!

And the cuddle gif thread that spawned in the plague forums was one of the best things I've ever seen. Say what you will about Plague, we have some of the best members around.

I won’t lie, I am from Plague.

And I’m the type of user who would exalt multiple dragons per day for the treasure: It’s my main source of income.

The thing about this dominance drama going on, I feel that I need to clarify something: Plague NEVER intended to overtake Arcane. We NEVER expected to...

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omikki13 · 10 years

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The cone of shame... Samson got neutered :)

#aussie #red merle #red merle aussie #australian shepherd #cone of shame #dog cone

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He is my love

#australian shepherd #aussie #Red Merle #red merle aussie #samson #runamok samson #tailed aussie #fun #puppy #puppy play

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omikki13 · 10 years

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Sammy the aussie enjoying his first hike in the Idaho foothills. It was hot but an air conditioned car to cool off in and lots of water helped make for a good time :)

#Aussie #australian shepherd #tailed aussie #red merle #red merle aussie #hike #idaho #black creek road

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#sammy #samson #runamok samson #aussie #red merle #tailed aussie #puppy #australian shepherd #stick #playing outside

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omikki13 · 10 years

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Samson is finally hope, and a handsome boy at that! Green eye, blue eye, wonder what he'll look like when he grows up!

#sammy #run amok farm #runamok samson #merle #red merle #tailed aussie #australian shepherd #aussie #puppy #8 week puppy #8 weeks #heterochromia

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omikki13 · 10 years

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Sammy at 7.5 weeks! So excited, he comes home this weekend!

#aussie #merle aussie #red merle #red merle aussie #7.5 weeks #puppy #runamok #run amok farm

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Sammy being Sammy <3

#aussie #australian shepherd #puppy #6 weeks old #red merle #runamok #run amok farm #breederpic #red merle aussie

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omikki13 · 10 years

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I need to write.

When she closed her eyes and thought real hard she could almost recapture the image of the dream that was fading. The bright yellow sun, a golden flash of light, a sense of power. She missed those things. Here in the lower jungles where the lowest slaves resided the only light that came through was a hazy, filtered green color. The upper canopy, where the higher slaves resided, was where all of the golden light shone through. She envied those on the higher levels, free from many of the dangers that inhabited the lower levels.

Speaking of danger, it was only the hiss of something moving through air that prompted Iria to move in time, barely dodging the shoe that landed where her head had been only moments before. She opened her eyes just in time to see thick, heavy leather splatter mud on the blanket that had been wadded up into a makeshift pillow, and angrily the young girl turned to face her attacker. Attacker? Maybe not. A chattering monkey laughed from where it perched on the top of the tent's rafters, gazing down at the slave girl with a permanent grin. Damn pests.

With a sigh, Iria relaxed her stance. It would do no good to get angry at a monkey. They were just stupid animals in a form with thumbs. Once, when she had been only around eight summers, she had believed them cunning, far smarter than the other beasts that stalked the forests. Eighteen years of living with them had quickly changed her mind, turning their intelligent form into that of a dung-slinging trouble maker, no different from the young boys who stalked the camp. Good for nothing but headaches. Boys were an oddity around the camp, and men even more so. For the most part there were no men on this plantation, not even the overseers of the slaves. If they were not women then they were eunuchs or children, no threat to the maidenheads of the girls grown here. Once or twice a particularly vicious attack would leave a woman sullied, but the attackers were quickly put down to use as examples against what happens to those who rob the owners of their goods. The women are usually put down as well, told that its easier to die than to live as a sullied whore.

Every moon a group of men would be brought in and given to the 'breeders' of the plantation, women who remained in the tents 24/7, giving birth to the next generation of laborers. Slaves. The older children would be taken away to be divvied up between the plantations. The more agile went above, to the tree canopy, while the stronger went below, to where the beasts dwelled. The physically weak and mentally rebellious were sent to the fields, where they could be watched at all times just in case. Deaths happened often there, far more often than in the trees. Here a jaguar might steal you from your bed or a viper bite you and end your life, but rarely did the overseers simply cull you to preserve the mentality of the others, to discourage fleeing and rebellion. Here was where the good girls were. She didn't know where the men went. Maybe they were simply culled, as the women were less likely to cause problems. She didn't care. She had been born a woman, and that was that.

#blurb #writing exercise #bored #story #writing

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omikki13 · 10 years

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