A Cowboy? More Like A Horseboy! (Furry RP, closed for RPC & One More)

[Drakkwall]

CHARACTER INFORMATION POST​

-Jake Blackmane, 21 years old, Farmer, 7'2" tall, 252 lbs, athletic-

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My name is Jake Blackmane, I am a Black Stallion, black fur color meaning I am of african or afroamerican blood, named Jake Stormhoove when I was born. My parents were a black afroamerican mare and a native american pale blue stallion. This large piece of land in southern texas has been owned by my family since the Civil War when his eighth grandfather took the lands of the surrounding areas away from the slavers.

I am proud of my heritage as an american and have taken my father's tribe name as my surname instead of Stormhoove when I came of age. I never went to college after I finished High School, I love this farm and wish to make it prosper like it did in the old days of my grandfather before the bubble bursts and World War Two started.

Taking up work as a dog breeder I have made some extra cash for myself and my business, and made a reputation on several dog contests as a first class dog breeder, it's fun and earnest work. Trained these dogs to be hunters, guards and entertainers and have earned many prices for their performance, though it is only a part time job. My main business is the farm, I do not just sell wheat, vegetables, fruit and hay but also has a lot of cattle, eggs, milk, chickens and so on.

All in all it is a lot for one man to handle on his own, I have no aids or friends who can help me out days in the end. It just feel right so I don't use domestic animals to pull my wagons of wares, nor do I use a car, not that I have one, as I never liked those things noisy and smelly things. So I pull the wares on my own by putting myself as the puller of the wagons, many call it crazy to pull tons worth of wares between the towns and yet I keep it up and have made excellent exercise out of it and kept my farm alive.

I often go to the local bar every sunday and friday to do some singing, it's great fun and the crowd love my voice for some reason, though I sure don't see why. It does give me a chance to get to know my fellow farmers, some outsiders from outside the country and the locals. They are a nice bounce, sometimes they help me out with the farm when they got the time, but they have their own things to handle, and I, if anyone. understand that very well.

But things are getting out of hand with the economical crisis in the world, things are starting to look grim for me and this beautiful farm of mine. I have to get the process of the farm back up to keep out of the red zone, I need to get help with the farm. So I posted an advertisement on the internet for someone to help me with the farm. A week after posted the Ad I got a phone call from a woman interested in the job and she would be coming over to the farm sometime during the start of the next week, and now the next wek has started and I am hoping to see her soon.

-The advertisement-

I am Jake Blackmane, owner of a large farming business in southern Texas, I work alone at my farm and it has cut into my production, so I will need someone who can help me out in handling the farm. There's no need for any heavy jobs like lifting or pushing, I handle those, no I want someone to handle the easier duties like feeding the animals, picking the eggs, milking the cows and such things. If needed I can allow you to live in one of my rooms at the farms if you have no place to stay, and I also supply with food, as long as you supply part of the shopping bill for some of the wares I have to buy, as I get the majority of my wares from the farm I rarely shop. If interested, call 555-251-152, and inform me when you can come, the address is Stormhoove Road 34, there's a large sign hanging over the drive way to the farm's main house, it is in the shape of a hoof with lightning arching through it with the word Stormhoove Farm written in bolt blue color.​

IC POST​

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It was a regular thursday, I wake up 4 AM to feed the animals, then I mock the stables, pick up the morning eggs, milk the cows, help the horses to get some exercise, dig up the fresh vegetables in the green house and the fields before planting new ones. I am currently dressed in a pair of shorts, it is too warm today to wear a shirt or jacket, I am currently using the black smith to shape some metal into horse shoes for some of the younger mares and stallions who will be reaching the fertile age soon, I hope to get at least fifty more foals by the end of the next year.

Then I hear a car coming up the drive way and exit the black smith, cleaning off my hands on a piece of rag, I then notice that one of the fence's poles were rotten straight through, so as the car drived up the long drive in I pulled out the rotten piece of wood and with a large metal pole, I was gradually replacing the fence with metal as to keep it from rotting all the time, and hammered it into place as the car pulled to a stop by the small parking lot my father had made for guests with cars, as I spiked the new metal pole into place, and put the metal wire that held the fence together around it before hammering it to the spot with some nails, I caught the scent of lavender and sunflowers, very country like smell, I liked it.

 

[RoleplayCatgirl]

Jenna arrived at the farm in her beat-up, not discript little car, and was glad it had made the long trip without incident. She stepped out and brushed off the sides and back of her blue jeans, walking towards the only person she saw around. The tall horseman was either the person she needed to find, or he would know where he was.

Jenna herself was dawrfed by him, standing only five feet, six inches tall, and had to look far up to speak to him. She hoped that in that position, he wouldn't take advantage of the view and look down her dusty brown colored blouse, though she knew her full chest was too often a temptation for men. She pushed the rimless little glasses up her nose, and smiled shyly.

"Uh, hey up there. You Jake? I'm Jenna Anders...new hire around here."

 

[Drakkwall]

Turning over I smiled a bit as I saw the woman who exited the car, she was beauty that one, but I had grown up with a mother who was almost a nudist so I was not drawn too much by her curves and cleavage. "Yes that's me, thank you for coming so soon, I was just replacing this fence pole, the fence is old, been her since the civil war, it is starting to rot apart, need to replace it with metal poles so the fence do not fall apart. Anyhow." Cleaning off my hands I jerked my head towards the house. "Come I bet you are hungry, I was just about to get breakfast ready."

Entering the large three floor house, it was more like an old style mansion, wood and stone walls, trophies of stuffed animals, one being a tall grizzly bear my great-great-grand father shoot down while guarding his cows near the edge of a forest. "So why did you want to accept the job? Not many are interested in working as such a low manned farm, it is lots of work, even just the small things build up after time."

Pulling out some bread, eggs, bacon, ham, peanut butter, butter and tomatoes I started a big breakfast at the big kitchen, the house was built for many people, it had been expanded before the world war to house eighty people, so it was a bit of a lonesome place to live with just myself, but I loved it here. "How do you like your eggs?" I asked as I put some eggs to the pan.

 

[RoleplayCatgirl]

Jenna followed Jake inside, her own cowgirl tail flicking behind her with the motion of her curvy hips, which she could never get to stop swaying to save her life. She settled herself onto the counter in the kitchen, watching the big man working on a fairly vast and varied breakfast. "Scrambled, if it's not any trouble."

She looked around the large room, one more of many it seemed within the house. "You keep up all of this on your own? I think I see why you need the help. As for why I took the job, I've been a country girl since way back, and don't mind getting back to those roots, getting my hands a little dirty. Plus the room and board were nice bonuses."

 

[Drakkwall]

Chuckling I nodded and put down a plate of bacon, ham, scrambled eggs, slices of bread and sliced tomatoes in front of her before putting down my own with hard fried eggs. "I understand, I really do, I love these lands, my family have owned this farm since the civil war and I have no intentio nof letting it go away." Taking a smear of peanut butter and jam on two slices of toasted bread I pressed together the slices and ate them while mixing my egg with the bacon.

Swallowing the mouthful of bread and eggs I spoke up, pouring myself a glass of juice while I talked. "I'd be glad to let you get started today, the wool of the sheep is to be cut and gathered today, the vegetables will need watering, I forgot to do that, the horses will be needing to be released into the field for exercise and I have a big load of hay to put into the barn. I hope you don't mind getting starte dright away after breakfast." I stated with a low laughter before taking a sip of orange juice.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Suriya Haven~ A Fox in the Hen House

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AGE: 22

My name is Suriyah, Suri to my friends. To be honest though, I don't have many of those. The few I used to have, I chased away long before I ever made it big. I guess that's the price of fortune. Of course, this makes me seem cold and forbidding, but look at me? If I don't come across as a total vixen bitch, no one will EVER take me seriously and really, how the hell else could I keep pulling the kind of money I get? Nice doesn't pay the bills or make you the sole owner of a very solid business making handcrafted furniture....one that needs to expand operations soon if I am ever going to cross the threashold into millionaire status.

What this boils down to? I need land. A good bit of it to be precise, as I have another factory in the works. I have good craftsmen waiting in the wings and people who are relying on me to get the job done, get those acres bought, get the building up.

I am looking at land for sale close to my home town. There isn't much. Most of the land is owned by farmers and I know that no-one is going to be willing to sell me anything. I am terrified of going back to that place, ashamed of myself for even worrying about how others will see me. Then a stray thought hits me and my mind stops. I wonder if that girl from school is still around?

The thought is scary, good and bad, all at once. I know, the economics of small towns and I know that there is a better than good chance that I can get some land there, if I plan it the right way, if I have an in. By the end of the work week, I've decided. I am going home and see what is what. My mom will be pleased to see me, she has been all alone since my father passed from this land 3 years ago. We were the only foxes in that corner of the world, given our color, and we never really fit in with the neighbors all that well because of it. Prejudice. Guess I should be used to it.

Mom? I wonder if you could use some company this weekend? Business is bringing me your way and I wanted to visit. Soak in the local color...You sure? OK! I will be there this evening. I love you, too.

Suri grinned and hung up, her face alight with glee. This could work out way better than she hoped.

 

[RoleplayCatgirl]

"I'd be glad to let you get started today, the wool of the sheep is to be cut and gathered today, the vegetables will need watering, I forgot to do that, the horses will be needing to be released into the field for exercise and I have a big load of hay to put into the barn. I hope you don't mind getting starte dright away after breakfast."

Jenna ate her breakfast quietly, taking in everything being said, and nodded when Jake finished speaking. "Sounds good enough to me, I can lead the horses out as soon as I finish. That sounds the most pressing...won't do to keep them penned up. She finished the hearty meal and took her dishes to the kitchen. Heading out from the side door, she found the horses and put them out to run, being sure to get a good count. There was a small chalkboard next to the gate, with a stub of chalk, and she marked '37 OUT' on it, along with the days date, to be sure none wandered off during the day.

Her next stop would be the sheep, so they could be shorn early in the day. It only made sense to her that they not have to be covered in wool when the day got warmer since they were being sheared sometime today anyway. She smiled, getting back into the farming life, and thinking she might like her time here.

 

[Drakkwall]

As my new aid went off with her business I decided to gather her things and put them in the hall so she could get them to her room, though then I remembered I hadn't told her which room was hers. So I carried her things up to one of the free bedrooms, it had been my uncle's before he died in a rodeo twenty years ago, can barely remember him except that he was dating a male bull, not that my parents' minded, as they kept telling me.

It was, like the other bedrooms, a nice sized room, a large queen size bed, a big empty wardrobe, a small bathroom, a large empty bookshelf, a radio, a small but modern TV, some small wall lamps, a small ceiling fan and a nice soft padded chair. There were many bathrooms in the building, one for each bedroom and each worker bedroom, but there were only showers no bathtubs. Except for one in a big bathroom by the kitchen with a large bathtub, something my parents thought would make things easier once our family grew, though that didn't go so well. The room had a doorway to the big balcony over the entrance, which was connected to the other three bedrooms on this side of the second floor. Putting her bags and belongings on the bed I made sure to take the key to the room, I would give it to her after she finished her things.

Returning to the more crucial matters I went over to one of my recently harvest fields and strapped myself to the plover and after some stretching to warm up my muscles I began to run across the field, a tractor would take an hour, I would make it in half that time. Jogging across the fields I felt the earth behind me loosen up by the large metal claw I dragged begin me, the heavy weighted attached to the top making sure it kept pressing into the soft soil. Soon enough I had finished and was having a nice sweat, but I was not done yet.

Taking a bag of manure I spread it over the recently mixed soil, I would give it a day for the manure to give the soil new nutritions, as there was rain to be tonight it would do so even faster. Finished with the field work I went towards the barn, my make shift kennel, where I heard several yaps and woofs of my dogs as they caught my scent, or rather the manure on me.

"Hey there little ones. Jake have something for you." There were around twenty seven puppies in total and six grown dogs, two girls and four boys, a total of thirty three, I had German Shepperd, Collies and Huskies. Putting down a not deep but very wide bowl I began to fill it with dog chow, while giving the parents their own separate bowls of chow mixed with pig snot and pig hearts. Examining them as they ate I petted my fine canines before leaving them for their lunch and went to the front yard where I had to check on the wagons I pulled, had to make sure they could handle the weight and not steer oddly.

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Meanwhile

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"Miss. Haven, we have prepared all the things you wanted for your trip to the country, a big van with good ventilation, colored blue with the company's logo on the left and right side doors. Some changes of clothes, business and pleasure related, a list of all possible landscapes written on a list in your laptop, reports about the owners and their social status. And we also included a GPS in case you need directions. I assume you have done your personal preparations and taken your cellphone, wallet, credit cards, ID and jewlery with you ,all I can say is that you should try to have fun dear, you need a good stay from the company." Said the thirty years old japanese squirrel secretary Retsumaki Chuuna, who had been working for the young fox since she started the company and has been one of her few personal friends in the big city as a country girl was not always taken seriously. They were standing outside the main office of Suriya's company and a big van had been prepared for her personal vacation, or rather property scouting as she called it, to her old home town.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Suri~On The Road again

"Miss. Haven, we have prepared all the things you wanted for your trip to the country, a big van with good ventilation, colored blue with the company's logo on the left and right side doors. Some changes of clothes, business and pleasure related, a list of all possible landscapes written on a list in your laptop, reports about the owners and their social status. And we also included a GPS in case you need directions. I assume you have done your personal preparations and taken your cellphone, wallet, credit cards, ID and jewlery with you, all I can say is that you should try to have fun dear, you need a good stay from the company."

Suriya grinned at her secretary, her eyes sparkling.

You worry entirely too much, Retsumaki. I have every intention of soaking up the local color. All work and no play makes for very dull boss...I know. And yes, ma'am, I do have my personal things all prepped. You are worse than my mother!!

Suriya gave Maki a quick hug, giggling softly as the squirrel endeavored to look professional whilst being stroked. Then she took a step back and made ready to leave.

I will give you a call Monday morning and let you know just what is going on. Hopefully, I won't be stuck in the back of the beyond for TOO long.

Suri smiled at the small group of workers and headed out to the van, marvelling at her luck in finding such a good assisstant. Wasn't just anyone who would have looked past her youth and seen the business girl just waiting to come out. With a sigh, she turned the van on and pulled out of the parking lot. Time to get busy.

A few hours later, Suri pulled in front of her mom's house and beeped the horn. Her mother peeped out of the front window and then came bustling out the door when she saw her daughter sitting behind the wheel.

I thought you would never get here, Suriya. What kept ya?

Suri smiled at her mother and allowed herself to be engulfed in a hug and hustled indoors...the luggage could wait. She needed to catch up with the neighbors first.

So mom, what's new???

 

[Drakkwall]

With Suriya​

"Oh dear it has been a bad year for the farmers with the economy crisis going on, but they are sturdy folks and keep working themselves to heat strokes without complains." Suriya's mother explai nas she took her daughter in for some tea, cookies and cake. "And that poor Blackmane boy, he has been struggling with his farm ever since his parents died. You remember the big farm out in the outskirts? Ole Stormhoove farm is the oldest farm in Texas and that poor lad is the last of the family, working himself to death, he even drags down big wagons of loaded wares with himself dragging them ,stating that he doesn't feel it right using domestic animals when he could do it himself. He's such a good boy, he helps me with buying groceries once in a while he's in town with his wares, he gives good price and good quality wares, I bet he would make a girl very happy to have such a good man care for her." This was typical of Suriya's mother, she'd try to matchmake her daughter with a good man to care for her daughter and it doesn't seem that she has lost her touch.