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Gertrude Fairfax Memorial Ranch is new and flashy. The fences are shocking white; the barn immaculately red. The latches on the gates and doors glimmer with a newly-minted silver polish, and there is a glossy 2005 Lexus SC parked on the shallow asphalt slope winding through the premises.

Twenty-year-old Phillip Fairfax is telling you about GFM and doesn’t see you staring at his car. He is sturdy, good-looking and short-haired. He appears effortlessly, though not haughtily, rich.

You try to call him a brat in your head, but can’t quite do it.

He is putting his keys in his pocket when you catch a glimpse of a photo keychain, an accessory that seems oddly tacky for a man like Fairfax. It’s a studio photograph of two children in ill-fitting store-bought Halloween costumes, a vampire and a unicorn. You think you can guess who they might be.


There is a lone stallion cavorting in the pasture. At last, what you came here to see.

Stallions:

Reverend: [link]
(Blood Chestnut Tovero Saddlebred; compatible with all breeds.)
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Rules of the Game: [link]
note me if interested <3

Gah, me and motifs.
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Stuff to do:

-[link] Autumn Horse Contest
-Freeburgfreak's community collab
-Alesal: Character sheet.


Clubs: