.xx. Hillcrest Esates You drive down the small winding road, enclosed by thick hawthorn hedges, songbirds fluttering away as you disturb their hidey-holes. The late summer breeze kisses you through the open window, warm and inviting. As the road fades into a worn country track a large gate comes into view, “Hillcrest Estate” twisted in black iron marks as a welcoming to any visitors. It looks like a dead end but you decide to go on in anyway. You’ve heard of the prefix, Hillcrest, and now know where it comes from. Your car rumbles forward as it enters and continues up the long drive. On either side, beautiful horses stir, prancing or trotting along the fence to greet you with loud and shrill welcomes, you tear your eyes away to avoid hitting any of the large trees that line the paddocks. There at the end of the twin paddocks stand three proud buildings, a cottage, a barn and a kennel block. Each has an almost golden glow as the bright bricks and wood shine down on you. More noise can be heard from within the buildings, neighs and barks. “Hello, can I help you?” a soft voice asks. Your eyes flick up to see a woman in her late 20s, accompanied by a large Rottweiler and a feebler looking Border collie. “Errm, no. I hope I’m not intruding.” You apologise. She laughs quietly, “Of course not. Welcome to Hillcrest Estates.”
.xx. Twisted Oak Ranch Located on a rugged stretch of untouched wilderness, Twisted oak is a place reminiscent of the old cowboy days. Pale golden grasses surround the property as far as the eye can see and located in the distance, densely forested mountains flank the property protectively from both sides. It gives off an odd sense of mystique from a by-gone era and in some places, it feels like you've stepped back in time.
.xx. American Dream Kennel and Farm (2 sub-boards) As you turn onto the gravel path, you will see a paddock on your left and right. They are normally filled with horses. As you get past these, you will find a pasture on your right, and a barn straight ahead. To the left of the barn, there is a small trail. This leads to the race track. This trail also leads to two more pastures. If you go down this trail, the pastures will be on your left and right, and the race track will be straight ahead. The cottage sits to the left of the small tail. It has a few trees in front of it, but it looks fine. And to the left of that, there is the dog kennel. It is nicely shaped with ten kennels. In between the cottage and the house, there is a trail. This trail leads to the outdoor dog arena. This is where they train the dogs.
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.xx. Caughey Inc. Caughey inc is a small start up establishment, with modest means, but obviously well cared for. Set in the middle of what seems like nowhere, in Belfast Ireland. Rolling hills and plenty of green to feast your eyes on. Caughey Inc itself is nestled comfortably in a dale, between two slow sloping hills, the perfect nook for Stacey to make a name for herself. The property is well maintained, if a little sparce, and the few horses in the paddocks looks healthy and happy with their lot in life. A small parking lot, enough for 4 or 5 cars is tucked in against a white barn, and old jeep parked further in, out of the way. It looks like it rarely leaves the spot. The sound of work being done greets your ears as you cut the ignition and climb from your vehickle. A big, reddish brown colored dogs must have heard the sound of your door shutting, and comes to the barn doors to investigate. A alerting bark is given, and moments later a slim, brown haired woman appears beside the dog. She eyes you curiously amoment, then wipes her dirty hands on her even dirtier breaches. "Hello..." Her voice carries the natural brogue of Ireland. "Welcome... I'm Stacey." She offers her hand, and waits..
.xx. Mythos Stables and Kennel Tucked between the massive, emerald hills lies the heart of Mythos Kennels. A stone barn is situated in front of you with twirling ivy leaves that follow the cement work up two sides of the barn walls. Adjunct to the barn is a modest-sized, single-story apartment with a small pansy garden.
Down a well-worn trail is a similar stone structure, though barking emanates from inside. A pair of German Shepherds trot back and forth outside of their kennel, following the silver chain-link fence as you pass. A tall, slim man hurries out from the back of the barn. A little Jack Russel darts out beside him, wagging it's tail and grinning as widely as it's owner.
"Welcome to Mythos!" He calls warmly.
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.xx. Rustic Pines Estates In the counrtyside of Cork,Ireland you see amazingly beautiful horses galloping across fresh cut grass.Their banners blow in the wind,all different colors.You follow the fence untell you reach a black cast iron gate,in curly letters you read 'Rustic Pines Estate'.A lady in her early twenties steps towards you with a friendly smile,"Hello,I'm Alexis Cunningham,you are?"the lady asks politely."Er,Sorry am I intruding?I just wanted to learn who the beautiful horses belong too."you say quietly.The lady laughs,and leads you to the cottage to explain about her land and the horses.You step carefully along the cobblestone walk way.You're amazed to see a little cottage in this large,beautiful land.
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