((A horse lover RP! the whole basis of this RP is about a group of people with their horses living in the Appalachian Mountains. The horses are be boarded in a local barn. Suddenly news reports about multiple murders pops up in the tiny town of Burnsville, North Carolina; a small town only a mile from the small neighborhood in the Appalachian mountains that our characters live in and ride around. Many important figures slowly disappear from the small neighborhood. Starting with that small child, age 3, whose body was found in a damp cave on the side of the largest peak in the Appalachians. The group of characters agree that it is time to find out who is behind these horrible murders, but they also agree that it's too dangerous to go alone, and their horses are the only ones sure footed enough to scale the mountainside.))
Many deaths have been occurring lately in the small seculded town of Burnsville, North Carolina. There is no disease, no dangerous activities, but a murderer. Only a few miles from the small town of Burnsville is where Running Vally is, or a small neighborhood in the Appalachian mountains with Burnsville. Everything is peaceful there....or is it?
"Eh! No Flare! Do not chew on your bucket!" The echo of a scolding voice rang through the small aisle ways of Running Ranch; a barn know for its great mountain climbing horses. Irene, a late teenager, was glaring at her horse. Flare, on the other hand, was happily chewing on the plastic of his feeding bucket in his stall. Irene sighed and finished fixing her long blonde hair back into a low ponytail and slipped her helmet off her head. Flare and Irene just finished their ride for the day; they went to the small jumping arena outside of the barn to practice for jumping over logs and debris on trail rides. The tall, red/brown gelding with black legs, mane and tail had done well with his part of the ride, but despite that as soon as the saddle was off he was back to his trouble-making ways. A small television was showing the news down the long hallways of Running Ranch, and one specific line caused Irene to poke her head out of Flare's stall to watch. A man wearing a formal suit and tie appeared in the screen with the image of a young girl behind him. Irene recognized that girl; the one who 'helped' her fix the watering system in the barn when it broke down. She was three, so helping was throwing water at Irene's back. Sara, if Irene recalled, was her name. "A young girl, age three, named Sara Woodsmall went missing late last night. This morning investigators found Sara's body in a small cave on the highest peak of the Appalachian mountains. It is unclear how she died, but multiple knife-like wounds were found on her dead body. News 4; keep watching and we'll keep you updated on he matter." The news cast ended with a Progressive commercial popping up. "Sara? That poor girl! Who would hurt a little shrimp like that?" Irene exclaimed to herself, and Flare, but he obviously wasn't listening. The late teenager the un-clipped Flare from his halter and left his stall. She started to put her stuff away, wondering who would do such a thing to a poor girl.
Many deaths have been occurring lately in the small seculded town of Burnsville, North Carolina. There is no disease, no dangerous activities, but a murderer. Only a few miles from the small town of Burnsville is where Running Vally is, or a small neighborhood in the Appalachian mountains with Burnsville. Everything is peaceful there....or is it?
"Eh! No Flare! Do not chew on your bucket!" The echo of a scolding voice rang through the small aisle ways of Running Ranch; a barn know for its great mountain climbing horses. Irene, a late teenager, was glaring at her horse. Flare, on the other hand, was happily chewing on the plastic of his feeding bucket in his stall. Irene sighed and finished fixing her long blonde hair back into a low ponytail and slipped her helmet off her head. Flare and Irene just finished their ride for the day; they went to the small jumping arena outside of the barn to practice for jumping over logs and debris on trail rides. The tall, red/brown gelding with black legs, mane and tail had done well with his part of the ride, but despite that as soon as the saddle was off he was back to his trouble-making ways. A small television was showing the news down the long hallways of Running Ranch, and one specific line caused Irene to poke her head out of Flare's stall to watch. A man wearing a formal suit and tie appeared in the screen with the image of a young girl behind him. Irene recognized that girl; the one who 'helped' her fix the watering system in the barn when it broke down. She was three, so helping was throwing water at Irene's back. Sara, if Irene recalled, was her name. "A young girl, age three, named Sara Woodsmall went missing late last night. This morning investigators found Sara's body in a small cave on the highest peak of the Appalachian mountains. It is unclear how she died, but multiple knife-like wounds were found on her dead body. News 4; keep watching and we'll keep you updated on he matter." The news cast ended with a Progressive commercial popping up. "Sara? That poor girl! Who would hurt a little shrimp like that?" Irene exclaimed to herself, and Flare, but he obviously wasn't listening. The late teenager the un-clipped Flare from his halter and left his stall. She started to put her stuff away, wondering who would do such a thing to a poor girl.
if you know any horse lovers, invite them! Or even if they like horses but don't know anything about them.))
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