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Consequences 2
When I woke up, I found myself hooked up to monitors and staring up at the blinding lights of a sterile hospital. I wasn’t feeling any pain, though I was certain that meant that I was something nice and strong in the pain killer department. It took me a long few minutes to remember why I was glad that I wasn’t in pain and as soon as I did, I began to cry. My boyfriend had tried to kill me. He’d probably successfully killed dozens of other people.
“Oh, Adym, baby,” my mother gushed, suddenly in my field of vision and brushing my hair back gently. “Everything’s going to be alright. The doctor says you can go home as soon as the anesthesia wears off.”
“Where’s Jake?” I asked, my voice raspy and my throat sore. “What happened to him?” For a moment, she stiffened and pulled back to take my hand in hers.
“Jake… and the others he had conspired with… were all gunned down by police,” she said,
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Consequences
It was a Friday night like any other in modern history. It was Homecoming at the high school and the majority of students were in attendance at the football game. Seemed like half the county was there too to represent their alumni classes and tailgate. Seriously, who tailgates for high school football games? But it was a night like this that changed everything for our little community.
For almost twenty years now, there have been random school shootings and every time a new one happens the adults always say that they never thought it would happen in their community. It's such a naive way to view the world, but adults like to put on blinders to the consequences that always seem to follow the judging they do and the bullying they allow their children to do. Not all of the bullied or judged kids had support systems or were able to compartmentalize the crap they took and would go postal on their tormentors.
That Homecoming night was one of those points where someone couldn't take anymore.
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Yesterday, When My World Ended
"And God asked for all of his children to prostrate themselves before him, to give up everything to him," Jeremiah preached from the pulpit. It was a bit difficult to focus on his sermon today. I was very tired and the child growing in my belly was restless as it always was. I might not have been as bad off if my first child would sleep through the night already. And I couldn't find it in me to miss today's sermon since I was not the only girl here that was with child.
Jeremiah was an Altian and a prophet for our God. It was a bit difficult to know that I wasn't his only wife, but he had proved that he was meant to have many wives by being able to kiss each of us. He was handsome and charismatic, drawing so many lost souls into his home and church. My mother had brought me with her into this place a few years ago and when I came of age, she had given me to our prophet.
Almost all of Jeremiah's wives were female. I was the only male and only because as an Usagi, I could bear him childre
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Storm Raiders 5
"Sysilee! That's the last of them!" I called to the archer that had been watching my back for me as  I wiped out scavengers. I turned to head back over to her and my heart stopped as she collapsed. "Sysilee!" I screamed, rushing to where she'd fall and dropped to my knees. "Sysilee... Sysilee, please... You have to be alright..." I whispered as I ran my hands over her to check for any injuries.
"Trint..." she murmured, her eyes fluttering a bit. "I'm 'kay... Just got a li'l dizzy s'all..." I frowned and picked her and her bow up to take her back to the farmer watching her daughter.
"I shouldn't have let you come out here," I muttered. She'd just given birth the day before and manipulating elements was not nearly as easy on the body as we acted like it was. It was my job to protect Sysilee and her child. That was why I had left my brother behind.
"Couldn't have stopped me," she whispered. "Have to watch your back... can't let you be hurt..." I blinked a little bit and slowed my pac
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Storm Raiders 4
I hated farm work more than anything else I had to do. I would even rather be at school than slopping the prits and milking the couses which was was saying a lot since school was boring as all get out. Farm work wasn't just boring, it was also not fun or interesting and wasn't as easy as playing with the elements.
"Shawnee! Storm's coming!" my father yelled as he came running from the fields. "Get them animals into the shelter." I looked off towards the horizon to see the red storm barrelling down on us. I stopped staring when I heard the warning siren start up, the signal that we only had about half an hour before it was on us and the warning for the village it would get to soon after.
I scrambled to get the prits into the shelter, the annoying beasts choosing to go their own pace like always. Next in went the couses that were big and slow and on occasion -especially times like this- obstinate. I had just gotten the chack coop sealed up and on the cart to move when I saw them. They se
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"Tivol, you'll be safe here," I said quietly. "Sysilee won't be safe out there alone. Not in her condition." My little brother frowned at me a bit, but he nodded.
"Her baby is like me and Pele," he said softly. "Shield bearers can talk to shield bearers without voices. Pele knew about the baby before Sysi did." I blinked at him for a moment before rubbing his head affectionately.
"Take care of yourself," I said before picking up my bag. I'd told the archer about her lover's unfaithfulness, so it was only right that I didn't leave her alone in the world.
"You too, brother," Tivol said, holding out our mother's necklace to me. "Let Mom protect you now." I smiled a bit as I took the the fairy charmed necklace from him and clenched it tightly in my fist.
"Thanks," I murmured and shouldered my bag before heading out. I'd had to wait until it was dark out to avoid everyone jumping on me like they had done to Sysilee. She wasn't wrong to leave this place after what was going on behind her bac
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Storm Raiders 2
"He's not good enough for you," Trint whispered in my ear as we finished up our magic strengthening practice for the day. My eyes widened a bit as I whipped around to face him. There wasn't a hint of laughter in his eyes, but then, I had yet to see anything of the sort in the month that he had been here.
"What do you know?" I asked, my arm moving around the thankfully still unnoticeable swell of my stomach.
"I know that yours isn't the only bed he goes to in the middle of the night," he replied simply. "I know that you care for him considerably and probably assume that you're the only one he cares for." My frown only deepened at that and I looked around for Kiele, but she must have already left. "She's with Aamon right now. Left halfway through training." I blinked at that. How had I failed to notice it?
"Show me," I told him even as I tried to convince myself that this wasn't true. My stomach twisted in knots as I followed the red haired Terran out of the garden and around behind the
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Beware the Reef 15
I was out in the deeper waters of the reef, keeping an eye on Trei and Deiz as they hunted the smaller fish that their siblings ate. Meir and Tiela were doing their best to help, but they were slower than my first children were. Jemin was guiding and teaching the children since he was better at open water hunting than I was. I was there mostly to protect them all from danger.
“Jemin…” I said, pulling his attention from the kids. They could handle hunting for a little bit without too much help from him. “Can… I talk to you for a moment?” He looked over at me for a moment before nodding. He gave a few last minute instructions before swimming over to where I was.
“What is it?” he asked, coming to a stop just in front of me.
“It’s… about the other night,” I murmured, suddenly feeling slightly awkward myself. “I wanted to make sure that I didn’t hurt you… I took a bit of advantage of your situation and
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“Jemin is back!” Deiz squealed. I looked up from where Kira was holding our newest daughter and nodded. Deiz was attached to the merman. Maybe in ten years if he wanted her to be his mate, I’d approve it, but right now there wasn’t a chance in hell of it. She was still a kid.
“Hopefully he’s physically satisfied,” I said as I stroked Kira’s dark red hair gently while she rested. He came into the cave and instantly spotted Kira with a new little mermaid in her arms.
“Oh, I missed something big,” he said even as the kids rushed to greet him.
“No mate?” Sonrei asked and he sighed. She was always so very tactful.
“No,” he muttered. I hummed a little as I looked over at him.
“Did you at least have a chance to mate? Even if none wanted to stay with you?” I asked. I knew if I had to, I could revert to my old ways and at the very least give him someone to relieve his need. He nodded some.
“Jus
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A few months passed and we eventually found a safe place to stay even if it wasn’t certain we would stay here for long. But Kira was almost ready to birth her second child so we needed to hunker down for a bit. Jemin had fully molted his duller childhood scales for his brighter adult ones and had grown longer. It was getting closer to rut and we’d been discussing who would take him to the mating grounds.
“I can’t go,” I said for the millionth time. “The grounds would empty at the sight of me and I haven’t been able to form my fin properly since the cave-in. As much as I don’t want one of you going out of my sight, Aurora, you might be the best choice right now.” I’d only mated with her a couple of cycles ago so I knew that no one could force her right now and she wasn’t obviously with child like Sonrei or Kira.
“Alright but staying wouldn’t be smart. They might think I’d become widowed or something,
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The angry merman never did come back to our reef and life settled into a delightful routine. To my joy, Sonrei came around and after Kira and Aurora gave me two more little girls she asked to be my proper mate. I wasn’t sure what changed her mind, but I wasn’t going to complain. Not when it allowed me to give my mates more rest after birth without reaching my limit first. Jemin was getting along just fine with the children and my mates, but I knew it was starting to get closer to when he would need to find one for himself.
We were sleeping inside our cave one night when the ground began to shake under us. I was awake instantly and frowned as pieces of the cave began to fall down on us. I spread myself out as much as I could to create a shield above my family to protect them from things falling on them.
“We need to get outside,” Jemin said as he dodged around a few rocks that were shaken loose from the ceiling. “It’s too dangerous in here!” I no
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Aurora was finally ready to mate with me near the end of my cycle. Recovering from the birth had definitely gotten far too close for comfort and I’d been afraid I was going to have to end up hurting her or striking some horrible unbeneficial deal with Sonrei. Thankfully, neither of those two things happened. Jemin had finally seemed to settle in well and was letting Deiz and Trei tag along with him while he explored the reef. Hunting was still something I wouldn’t let them do because of the risks, but they could do a little bit of it within the shallower parts of the reef.
“All Squillian need to die!” I heard an unfamiliar voice yell and immediately took off in that direction. Jemin had been over there with Deiz and Trei, my son being a Squillian.
“Go home!” I heard Jemin yell and then my two oldest children swam passed me to head towards the cave. I rounded a corner just in time to come face to face with an enraged merman. That anger only seemed to
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“Kanser! Kanser!” Kira called as she came into the cave. It was an excited voice, not a scared one so I looked up from where I was playing with Trei and Meir. Behind her was a young merman with green hair and scales. He hadn’t hit his sexual maturity yet, judging from the fact that there wasn’t a break in his scales for the membrane that hid his sex organ.
“Kira?” I asked, a little confused by her bringing a stranger into our home. It was a very dangerous thing to do, especially with so many little ones.
“This is Jemin. He’s looking for a new pod just like I was!” she said excitedly as she pushed him in front of her. His eyes widened at the sight of me. I sighed deeply.
“Squillians… don’t usually have pods,” I said. “So… this is new to me… Are you truly looking for a pod or looking to start your own?” I asked tiredly. It’d been a few days since the birth of the twins, but I
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When I woke up, I found myself hooked up to monitors and staring up at the blinding lights of a sterile hospital. I wasn’t feeling any pain, though I was certain that meant that I was something nice and strong in the pain killer department. It took me a long few minutes to remember why I was glad that I wasn’t in pain and as soon as I did, I began to cry. My boyfriend had tried to kill me. He’d probably successfully killed dozens of other people.

“Oh, Adym, baby,” my mother gushed, suddenly in my field of vision and brushing my hair back gently. “Everything’s going to be alright. The doctor says you can go home as soon as the anesthesia wears off.”

“Where’s Jake?” I asked, my voice raspy and my throat sore. “What happened to him?” For a moment, she stiffened and pulled back to take my hand in hers.

“Jake… and the others he had conspired with… were all gunned down by police,” she said, her hands squeezing mine in a way that said she was not unhappy with the results despite knowing that (on her end) Jake was my best friend.

“Why did he do this?” I asked though I doubted she had any better idea than I did right now.

“I don’t know, baby,” she said softly. “There’s some early theories that he was being bullied for being gay and that had been the catalyst.” I tensed up at that and saw the realization in her eyes. I had been being bullied even though I hadn’t exactly come out of the closet, but when I started dating Jake, he came out so try and alleviate some of the bullying against me. It backfired and it’d caused him to become the newest target.

“He was…” I agreed quietly and she pulled her hands back from me. I could see it. That look of disgust that she was trying to hide behind her worry. This reaction had been why I hadn’t come out of the closet yet. I knew my mother didn’t like homosexuals, but she was the only family that I had.

“I’m going to go check on getting you released,” she said before getting up and quickly disappearing from the room. I bit back the shame that bubbled up, deciding to once again hide my sexuality from her. Just because everyone thought that I was gay wasn’t a reason to admit to it. I could keep pretending that girls just didn’t like me.

Slowly, I pushed myself up in the hospital bed. I could hear the cries of families finding out their loved ones were dead. I could hear the rage of people who didn’t understand how Jake and his friends had gotten to this point. No one ever understood just how awful kids could be or how impossible it was to escape their ridicule in this technology and social media age. But not all of us could look far enough into the future to get past the everyday struggles of high school as anything less than the social norm.

I had a bandage on my shoulder with gauze wrapped around my chest to hold it there. There were also all sorts of bruises and small cuts over most of my body. I guess despite Nick having covered me with his body, I still took quite a bit of damage. Images of the explosions and the chaos began to replay in my mind and I couldn’t stop the tears from flowing again. There were a lot of people who deserved what happened at the football field, but most of those people didn’t. Most of them were innocent and had been trying to steer clear of the bullies themselves.

“Adym, you shouldn’t be moving yet!” my mother exclaimed as she came back into the room. I rolled my eyes a bit at that.

“If I shouldn’t be moving then I can’t go home,” I pointed out.

“Besides the point,” she said, setting a set of disposable scrubs on the bed. “Your clothes are still at the school and your band uniform was ruined. The hospital is giving you these because they need the rooms and beds more than you need to be here.”

“Lovely that I don’t need to be hospitalized after being shot,” I muttered as I started removing the sticky leads on my skin. I figured if the machines started screaming then a nurse would be in there sooner rather than later to take out the IV needle. “But I guess if I’m still alive then I may be better off than most of the people who were at the game…”

“Exactly, you are alive,” she said as she helped me pull on the pants of the scrubs. They were stiff and rough textured which made me think that they weren’t normally worn without something under them. “And aside from not popping your stitches, all I have to do is give you medicine to avoid a blood clot, pain, and infection. So, it sounds like two weeks of Netflix for you.”

“Sounds like a blast,” I muttered as the nurse came in and began to remove the IV from my arm. I was quiet as the doctor went over my discharge paperwork with my mother before she came over to help me pull on the shirt. I could already tell that I was going to be shirtless for a few weeks. It was far too painful to have to raise my arms above my head.

"I just need to flush your eyes one more time," the handsome male nurse said, shaking a bottle of saline. "We don't want to risk having missed any dirt earlier." I nodded some and tilted my head back so that he could flush my eyes. It was really annoying and I was glad that they had done it before while I was unconscious. "Now, they may be red and dry or burn a little for the next few days. Don't rub them. Just flush them with water and use eye drops to avoid damage if there is a grain of sand left."

       "Yeah, no problem," I said, giving him a slight nod. I was certainly well aware of how to avoid damaging my eyes. It was generally the same instructions I got whenever I used contacts. I sat up straight again and started to slide off the bed.


       "Slow down, Adym," the nurse said, catching me before I could get off the bed. "Hang out a sec while I go get a wheelchair to take you out of here." I sighed, but nodded and settled back onto the bed.

       "Don't worry, baby," Mom said. "We'll be home before you know it."

       "Yeah." My mind was already starting to process things. And the one thing that I was becoming increasingly aware and apprehensive of, was that they were already tying this incident to Jake being bullied because he was gay. He wasn't actually gay. He was more bisexual if anything, but he had said he was gay to try to help me and everyone at school knew we were dating. Which, if like everything else in high school, would mean that it would come back to me as why my boyfriend and his friends decided to kill or try to kill so many people.
Consequences 2
What? two posts in ... less than a year? I'm in shock... besides, I'm bored and I thought yall might want some continuation...
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It was a Friday night like any other in modern history. It was Homecoming at the high school and the majority of students were in attendance at the football game. Seemed like half the county was there too to represent their alumni classes and tailgate. Seriously, who tailgates for high school football games? But it was a night like this that changed everything for our little community.

For almost twenty years now, there have been random school shootings and every time a new one happens the adults always say that they never thought it would happen in their community. It's such a naive way to view the world, but adults like to put on blinders to the consequences that always seem to follow the judging they do and the bullying they allow their children to do. Not all of the bullied or judged kids had support systems or were able to compartmentalize the crap they took and would go postal on their tormentors.

That Homecoming night was one of those points where someone couldn't take anymore. I was sitting in the part of the bleachers sectioned off for the band, my best friend was sitting across the stairs and trying hard to act like he was interested in the game, and my boyfriend was... Well, I had no idea where my boyfriend Jake was that night. I was actually kind of glad that he wasn't around. Things hadn't been good between us the last few months, but I was hesitant to break up with him because he'd been dealing with a lot of shit since he refused to hide our relationship.

The stadium erupted into cheers as the ball crossed into our end zone and I pulled my trumpet to my lips so that we could start our fight song. It never failed that when our team scored we played it. Suddenly, a cannon went off and the entirety of the bleachers rocked violently. The cheers turned to screams and I lowered my trumpet as I looked around in an effort to figure out what was going on.

All around me, the world erupted into chaos and terror. I could hear more cannon-like booms and the bleachers rocked on every other one. The sound of the metal buckling reached my ears and I understood why everyone was panicking and trampling each other to get off the bleachers. They were collapsing and I knew in my head how dangerous it would be to be on the bleachers when they crumpled under me. But then something that sounded like one of Jake's video games only louder started to erupt and even more people began screaming.

"Adym!" my best friend yelled, grabbing my wrist to pull me with him.  I stumbled after him, still in shock over this scene that seemed to be playing straight out of a nightmare.  I let Nick pull me down the metal and concrete steps until a deafening and bone rattling noise came from my right and we were both thrown off our feet. I felt arms wrap around me as Nick grunted and painfully loud noises of crunching metal and concrete echoed all around my head.

"Shit!" Nick hissed and I tried to open my eyes to see what was wrong. I whimpered at the pain that the act caused me. "Don't open your eyes, Adym..." he said softly even as I felt his hand brushing something off my face. "Too much dirt... and... I can see who is shooting from here..."

"Wh-who?" I asked, keeping my voice low like he was.

"Chris Smith, Alyssa Clark, Seth something... and Jake," he said and I swore I could hear the hesitation when he mentioned my boyfriend. I shook my head a little,  unable to believe that my boyfriend would be involved in this. Though that nagging feeling was there. The others he'd named had been the kids Jake hung out with when he wasn't with me. I flinched at the sound of gun shots growing closer to us and then whimpered in pain the movement had caused.

"Jake... don't..." Nick pleaded as I felt his body shift slightly to look up. I managed to open my eyes enough to see a blurry and red version of my boyfriend's face. "It's Adym! Your boyfriend! Don't do this, Jake!" There wasn't a verbal answer, but a couple of loud pops that left my ears ringing and an excruciating burning pain in my shoulder.

Nick screamed before hiding his face in my shoulder, his hands tightening in my band uniform. I was able to see enough to watch Jake walk away from us before I moved my hand to Nick's side. I didn't feel the same soaking wetness that was on my chest, but a warm wetness was starting to soak through the thick polyester pants of my band uniform.

"You're bleeding..." I breathed, trying to move my hand to find the source.

"So are you..." he replied. "But I'm also pinned..." I frowned and shifted until I could reach where he was bleeding. It only took me a minute before I realized there was too much blood and I started to take off his belt. "Adym... what are you doing?" he asked, almost sounding embarrassed.

"Too much blood," I muttered, grinding my teeth some as I tried to ignore how moving my arms made the place Jake shot me hurt more. "Need to... make a tourniquet... and I don't have a belt..."

"Adym..." Nick groaned, moving enough to let me get the belt around his thigh and tighten it enough to slow the bleeding. "We need to get out of here, Adym..."

"We're pinned... and my phone is in my trumpet case..." I muttered. My trumpet case being all the way in the band room on the other side of the bus parking lot. There was even the baseball field between the football stadium and the parking lot.

"Mine's in my back pocket..." he murmured and I shifted my hand so that I could get it out for him.

"You call..." I said softly, letting my aching eyes close. My head hurt and my vision wasn't getting any clearer and I felt really tired.

"Okay... but keep talking to me, Adym..." he said and I could hear his fear and pain in his voice. I vaguely listened as  he talked to a 9-1-1 operator, but used my fingers clenching in his shirt to both keep myself awake and let him know that I was alive. I heard the sirens of the emergency vehicles, the voices of the police over the megaphones telling them to lower their weapons. I heard the barrage of bullets and I just knew that everything was over.

"They're coming to help us, Adym," Nick said and I blinked for a moment. It was enough to see the firemen coming over and I gave him a small smile.

"Good..." I murmured, letting my eyes close again. Both of us ended up crying out as the metal bleachers were cut to free us. Before they were done, Nick's body went completely slack and I could only guess that he'd passed out from blood loss or the pain. I barely made it into an ambulance before I passed out myself.

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So like we all know, I went back to school in like 2012... And having to focus on and remember things that had nothing to do with my wonderful stories and lovely characters slowed down my writing a lot. Well, when a job in that line of work didn't pan out, I took the H&R Block tax training class and became a tax professional! Yay! Applause! Woo!

Yeah... This part time job has literally taken over my life and it is still only PART TIME! It feels full time though since I end up working 4-6 days a week even if it's only for an hour or two. Yay appointments in the preseason.

Well, I've set myself up to have even less time and less ability to creatively think. I submitted the application to be an office manager and they accepted it. So I'll be running an office, which means I get to stress about things I have no real control over.

But before you panic, yes, we are still writing, I am still writing. There is just too much jumping around from story to story to go getting you all involved with characters that we might not touch again. So don't worry. Things will one day appear in  your in boxes!
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CrosshatchKate Featured By Owner May 1, 2017  Student General Artist
Hi sorry it took me so long but thank you for the Lama Badge :)
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Happy Birthday!
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Happy Birthday!  Birthday cake  icon 
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EndlessLovingDream Featured By Owner Dec 22, 2016
A dedication to all my friends:

Hopes

We reach a hoping hand;

a voice within is telling us

that all we wish and stand

is not a memory in wind and dust.

 

A friendly gesture, a gentle smile,

a warming hug in times of need,

a nicely letter coming in a distant time

are all the hopes and wishes that we greed.

 

A life in vain is wasted

when vanity and pride are tasted.

Sometimes we have the false belief

that this is everything we should achieve.

 

I wish I could be strong

so I can give a piece of help

to all for everything they long;

to you for everything you need.

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tripx713 Featured By Owner Jul 7, 2016
thank you for the llama!
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slimies Featured By Owner Oct 27, 2015
thankyou very much for the llama its llovely
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Shikyo-Uchiha Featured By Owner Aug 29, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Hey I just wanted to drop by and let you know that you're writing continues to be the best I've ever come across. Your name is always at the back of my mind when I read things, just wondering if they will stack up to the countless chapters and stories I have gotten to enjoy from you. I really hope you're doing good in your life and will always secretly wait for you to write more and bless us with your awesomeness once again :) may the force be with you~
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LionShallROAW Featured By Owner Aug 19, 2015
i was going through my badges and i saw that you were the first person to ever give me a llama badge and then i saw that i hadn't returned the favor so there it is
Fabulous!   
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RedhoodedBluebird Featured By Owner Jun 30, 2015  Student General Artist
Thank you for the llama, and I enjoyed your story, 'Heavenly Lover'.
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sheeploop Featured By Owner Mar 7, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Thank you so much for :+fav::iconkissingplz:
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