[Idem]

Range Trotters are the result of crossbreeding Orlov Trotters, Finnhorses, Welsh Cobs (section C & D) and Hanoverians. Later crosses of Quarter Horses, Paint and Appaloosas to gain color and to give a boost to their hardiness.With a height average of 13-15 hands, they're a hardy breed with characteristics for various disciplines.

Created for use as work, carriage and leisure riding horses originally, they now serve as long-distance range horses, such as work with Park Rangers and mounted officers.

Willing and eager personalities, most are quickly trained to be bombproof and therefore trusted mounts in all lines of work; some are being seen in local show jumping competitions, others are notably used in therapeutic sessions for their calm temperaments. Harness races and endurance trials are common for the breed, as they are able to sustain an extended trot without tire. Cross-Country competitions see some of the taller Trotters, but due to their cob lineage this is still uncommon.

Despite the variety of competitions and work these horses are being seen in, they are still famously skilled as endurance racers. Many competitors have chosen Range Trotters due to their tireless work ethic, as well as the ease in which they can be trained. Many have become champions in endurance trials, and they have quickly become a sought after breed for their natural ability.

this rather spooky trotter has been tormenting Camp Nightwing relentlessly for the past week without stopping, and the staff there are exhausted! they have come to a small group of fellow Range Trotter owners or those interested in having a Range Trotter and have asked for your help to get this trickster to stop and to help them find a new home. how do you get this stinker of a trotter to stop their tomfoolery? tell me in up to 1000 words how you stop their tricks and torment, and feel free to mark this post if you plan on entering!

End Date: Oct. 15th

Username: DarkestWerewolf
Show Name: Forsaken Land
Barn Name: Warlock

Gender: Stallion
Height: 15hh
Eye Color: Uncanny Undeath
Phenotype: Dark Blood Bay Skull Mask Ribcage Spine Forsaken Heart Nightmare
Genotype: EE/AA/Skmskm/SpnSpn/RbcRbc/FhFh/TnTn

[Taxidea]

Username: Taxidea
Show Name: TT Trick or Treat
Barn Name: Hallow
Gender: Stallion
Height: 14.3hh
Halter Color: Silver
Prompt: A wise person once told me, "The only way to catch a trickster is to beat him at his own game." That was, admittedly, not the most specific advice, so I've molded it to my own devices. I came up with the best trick I could think of: one gigantic, tantalizing, irresistible treat.

Once I got wind of this conniving horse that was torturing the people and horses of Camp NIghtwing, I started cooking up, literally, the tastiest thing I could think of. I started with oats, bran mash, and beet pulp -- pretty typical horse fare. I even tossed in some alfalfa cubes for good measure. But that was the end of what you might expect. I knew I didn't have to worry about this horse foundering or getting colic -- no, he was too crafty to let typical equine illnesses get to him. So I threw in some Halloween candy. Okay, a bit more than some. To be specific, I threw in four bags of candy corn, one bag of marshmallow ghosts, two bags of candy pumpkins, and a few handfuls of Jelly Belly beans.

It is my hope that you have been picturing me in a witch’s hat stirring a smoking cauldron, and I very much wish that were the case. Unfortunately, the reality was that I was dressed in thick clothes to keep out the October chill as I worked under the single hanging light in the feed room of the barn. My tools were a faded green, 5-gallon feed bucket and a long-handled wooden spatula. Not the most glamorous way to make a magic horse-catching potion, but just as effective as any cauldron.

Once I had mixed all of my ingredients, adding water as needed to get the right consistency, I divided it up into several gallon ziplock bags with small puncture holes to let the scent waft out. I knew this horse was too smart to be taken in by one mysterious delicious offering, so I was going to spread them out to make sure they seemed innocuous. Knowing that the horse I was seeking moved primarily at night, I headed out around dusk to hang my lures at nose-height from trees around the property. And then, I waited. And waited. And waited.

I had almost given up – it felt like dawn was moments away – when I caught a glimpse of a silver flame moving in the distance. Slowly, I moved parallel with its course, keeping my distance but never taking my eyes off the flickering glow. It wasn’t long before I heard the sound of tearing plastic followed by lip smacking and contented food grunts. Worried the horse would finish before I had a chance to act, I darted to where it stood and quick tied hobbles on the front and back legs, being sure the rope was clear of the flaming hooves.

I felt the horse tense just as I tightened the last knot, and I had barely leapt out of the way before he launched himself into the air. Luckily for me, my hobbles stayed true, and the horse demonstrated his cat-like agility by landing on his feet each time despite twisting his body this way and that as he attempted to get away. But horses can’t quite move with their legs tied together, and this trickster of a horse was smart enough to give up when he realized he’d been beat. Of course, his version of “giving up” was trying to bite me whenever I approached to put a halter on his head, but I had the foresight to keep a spare bag of my Halloween treat, and a combination of pleading and bribery allowed me to finally secure him. Even so, I kept one diagonal hobble on just to be safe until I had led him all the way to the barn and secured him in a stall. And you know what? I think that horse was grinning, because every trickster knows there’s nothing more fun than meeting your match.

[DarkestWerewolf]

Username: DarkestWerewolf
Show Name: Forsaken Land
Barn Name: Warlock
Gender: Stallion
Height: 15hh
Halter Color: Artist’s choice
Prompt:

”There he goes again!” An exasperated exclamation rings out in the paddock.

From a distance, a shadow could be seen disappearing into the thicket of the forest. This was an ongoing problem that Camp Nightwing had been experiencing. Many of the recent ghastly equine appearances were more skittish and acted out in self-defence. However, this particular fiend was rather open and direct with his feelings about Camp Nightwing. His actions could range from small mishaps like stealing food and escalating into harassing people, horses and damaging property such as fences and food storages.

It was clear that everyone was sick of his antics. So I figured, why not play his own game. It took a few nights but I had manage to stake out a rough area of where the fiend had been residing. He tends to leave in the evening to cause chaos, just as the sun touched the horizon. I snuck into the general territory and started to toss some litter. Some apple cores, ice cream sticks, wrappers etc.

Once I was satisfied with the mess, I quickly got on my trotter and left. This continued for a few days and an accomplice who stays behind would relay to me when the fiend was heading back to the forest. However, it was also noted that the days following my littering spree, the stallion would wreak more havoc and was in a much nastier mood. On the 5th day, I headed back to his territory, which was significantly dirtier. I tossed a single apple core and turned around.

On cue, the saw the stallion standing there, ears pressed and eyes of anger boring holes into my body. It let out a shrilling neigh, rearing up and trying to intimidate me.

“Not so happy about the mess arent you?”

It was very obvious with his body language.

“Well, that’s how we feel everytime you mess and damage our things. I’m just giving you a taste of your own medicine.”

His ears dropped and his eyes widened.

“I guess you’re not so high and mighty after all.”

The stallion remained silent, gray flames flickering quietly.

“I’ll tell you what, I’ll clean up your place this instant if you promise not to mess with our things again. Deal?”

He gave a gruff nod.

I smiled and immediately got to work, having already packed a large garbage bag in my saddle bag. It took some time but I manage to clear out all the litter that I had strewn the past few days. As I left, I placed a small pyramid of fresh apples on a tree stump. The stallion stared quietly at the fruits before looking back at me with wary eyes.

“Oh relax. They’re not poisoned. I just hope you’ve learnt your lesson.”

Since then, the fiend was no longer a fiend. Though he remained curious, he would still return to the borders of the paddock just to catch a glimpse of me before disappearing back into the trees. I would leave some apples or carrots at the pasture’s fence that bordered the forest. It would disappear each time.

Maybe this will be the start of an interesting friendship.

[Idem]

Username: DarkestWerewolf
Show Name: Forsaken Land
Barn Name: Warlock
Gender: Stallion
Height: 15hh
Halter Color: Artist’s choice
Prompt:

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[DarkestWerewolf]

Thank you so much!!