#appaloosa anon

[your-an-appaloser]

I tried to stay anonymous but the slander has gone TOO FAR ERIC

[your-an-appaloser]

I suppose since you've never met MY DARLING STALLION Alaska (she/her) it's understandable you wouldn't understand just how PERFECT appaloosa's can be. (she is really good at kicking people!)

what do you think is the best breed of horse and why is it APPALOOSA

-Zach (just a normal guy)

LOL OK. YOU'VE CLEARLY NEVER SEEN A DRAFT HORSE BEFORE. I SUGGEST YOU RESEARCH AVAILABLE BREEDS OF HORSES VERY THOROUGHLY BEFORE CONSIDERING APPROACHING ME ABOUT SUCH A SUBJECT AGAIN. TOODLE-OO 👋

[cantevenbeachhere]

you’ve probably already received this question before, but what type of horse is your favorite? And what kind of accessories do you think would cute on a horse??

If I absolutely have to pick a favorite, I think it would be an Appaloosa. They’re so pretty and friendly and just fun horses overall. But if you wanna know the next two favorites on my list, you can check here! I made a PowerPoint!

I’ve never been asked that second question before though, that’s a good one!

So I saw this one thing online where you can buy matching crocheted beanies for you and your horse! Which is so cool! That would be so fun.

I also think it would be totally cool if my horse had a headband or something that matches my headband too!

And I saw this too!

I love it! I want it! Like I want it soooooo bad!

[jackeys-horse-ranch]

Is Dust a grumpy boy? Does he like pats? If not then a snack? :3

Feel free to pet any of the horses

Most of them won’t bite~

(Sorry I took so long! I’m working on going to college this year. We’ll see if it works out. Wish me luck!)

[fading-iridescence]

How are the horsies doing?

fat and happy! 🥰

[your-an-appaloser]

ALLEGEDLY IS CORRECT MY HORSE WILL KICK VIBE CHECK YOU

Hi! I think we have riding lessons together, i'm the one with the stupid little Shetland pony. I could help u make friends with horse stables guy if u want

I wonder how my classmates keep finding my tumblr account. Oh well. Do you know his name?

And do you have any dirt on the appaloosa rider

[superfluffychickens]

That front-on horse looks like it was bread only to kick things down.

Haha, it’s actually the horse equivalent to roided-up bodybuilders; huge bulging muscles can actually get in the way when doing high-impact exercise or sports and can negatively affect cardio (muscles are heavy, you’re carrying a lot of weight around) and flexibility/agility (those muscles can get in the way of joints and tendons/ligaments iirc). Not implying that horses are given steroids, lol, they’re not, they’re bred to look like that. Like how a husky construction worker could probably kick a competitive bodybuilder’s ass, a stocky working cow horse QH would run circles around a Halter QH in pretty much every category.

While Quarter Horses were originally bred for sprint racing - the “quarter” in their name refers to the quarter-mile races they’d run - halter-bred QHs like that one aren’t really suitable for riding and struggle to move faster than a very slow and laborious jog/trot. It’s actually kind of sad, their health is usually pretty poor. But I will say that the number of Quarter Horses (and Paint Horses/Appaloosas, to an extent) with that physique pales in comparison to the number of healthy and athletic horses of the same breed(s). It’s a very niche breeding/competition sphere.

The idea of horses bred for fighting (not just like, warhorses, but like…fighting each other or fighting other animals) is a truly terrifying thought though that you’ve put in my head, anon. Horses are already dangerous enough as it is with very little intent on their part.

[rambosgirl]

🦉Positivity owl reporting for duty! This was sent by a friend who wants you to smile as much as your posts make them smile. Please list five things that make you unique, four things you are super passionate about and why, OR three of your favorite memories. Feel free to send the owl to those who you feel deserve to smile🦉

Awww I love this!

Five things that make me unique:

I'm very musical! I play the flute, piano, violin, ukulele, and sing.

I'm in college studying a combination of degrees, Animal Science and Psychology

I got married young (barely 20) and I'm loving every minute! (I also want a bunch of kids but pregnancy scares me so we're not gonna for a while) (Specifically I want a bunch of boys and a few girls cause I think it would be ADORABLE to have all the boys be so protective of their sister(s))

I'm such a girly girl. Ball gowns, makeup, frolicking through a meadow, all of it. I also have a tiara collection that takes up MUCH of my closet.

This is kinda weird but like... I get my period every 3 months instead of the usual 1. It's ver interesting in a 'idk what my body is doing - ever' kind of way

Four things I'm super passionate about:

Horse training!! It's what I want to do for my career, and I just feel so alive when I do it. I love building connections and friendships without saying a word, it just feels magical in a way

My family. I come from a family of 7, and we're super close. I have a special connection to all my siblings and parents (who did/are doing an amazing job), I just love them all so much. I know good families are something not everybody has, and that really makes my heart ache for anyone who doesn't have this (If this is you, know that family is something you can build with your friends and that you aren't alone, and I love you)

Going along with the horse training, my dream is to have a family farm where I can run my horse training business but ALSO raise my kids and be at least a little self-sufficient. (you never know when the zombie apocalypse is gonna happen XD) I want horses, cows, and chickens, and I've recently been thinking about goats too... Oh, and I want a big garden and orchard! I love fruits and berries, so lots of those. And flowers too

My religion! I feel like it allows me to be the best version of myself I can be, and the people are so nice :)

Three favorite memories:

My wedding day. It was rough, nothing went as planned bc of the rain we had to switch indoors (I dreamed of getting married at my aunt's ranch for my entire childhood and it didn't happen) we had close to no decorations bc they were at the ranch, just UGH! BUT! The people who came to my wedding were the best, they helped decorate, my dentist actually became the DJ, and I ended up having so much fun with my friends and family. Not to mention, I married my BFF, and now we have a sleepover every night (yay!)

I don't remember much of my childhood, BUT I love every memory I have of playing Barbies with my sisters. We always had the most unhinged plotlines to our games but there was always serious TEA. Looking back it was a fever dream but one I would love to go back to.

Any memory of my old project horses. I built special connections with them, and I love them so much. Especially with this one spicy Appaloosa mare, I would be working with her alone, she was SO wound up, mean, fearful, just everything. But I kept at it and got her to a place where she wasn't afraid anymore, and spending time with her became so peaceful I can't even put it into words. She still had her spicy personality, but to be honest I would not change that about her even if I could. She wouldn't be herself without it. It felt like we were in our own little world. And while I taught her a lot, I feel like she probably taught me so much more (I'm crying rn btw)

Dang, I needed this, thank you so much anon!! ;-;

[serfuzzypushover]

wwoah.. so anywway wwhats yours favvourite horse - jarose anon

peacock leopard appaloosa ❤️

[jamesbranwen]

What's up with your sims game?👀

thank you for this entirely unprompted question anon !!!

okay so I've been playing a Sims 3 lepacy challenge for about a year now (maybe longer). Not non-stop but when I play Sims I play with this family. A lepacy challenge is like a legacy challenge, except the goal is to play one expansion (EP) per generation and complete a Lifetime Wish from it.

The current Sims in the household are from generations 4, 5, and 6. Generation 4 has the elder Corin and his younger cousin the adult Viola, Generation 5 has her three young adult children Kate, Paris, and Alice, +Alice's imaginary-friend-turned-real-girl girlfriend Yorik, and Generation 6 has Kate's toddler daughter Audrey.

Generation 4's EP is TS3:Late Night. Late Night added a celebrity system, vampires, and a lot of nightlife, among other things. When I first moved the family to Bridgeport, it was Corin, his older/younger brother Tybalt (Tybalt was born first in my game but Corin actually was a time machine child and came out as a child when Tybalt was still a toddler), and his cousin Viola. When they moved Corin and Tybalt were young adults and Viola was a teenager. So we've been in Bridgeport for SO LONG.

Tybalt's lifetime wish was Master Romancer, to WooHoo with five different Sims. I actually completed it, and with an extra challenge that they had to be celebrity Sims. But he had such a bad relationship with the rest of his family by the end that I thought it was better for the story to just kick him out. He was annoying and sleazy as fuck lol.

Now, I am working on completing Corin and Viola's LTWs. Corin's is the Distinguished Director LTW. He has to get to the top of the Film career but I am worried he won't be able to! He is an elder now, and he's level 8 of the career (Screenwriter). But with holidays, people's graduations and stuff, and his days off per week, it's so hard for him to advance bc he hardly ever goes to work!! I am really worried he will die before completing his dream lol.

Viola is actually my heiress (she has a pretty crazy backstory too if anyone wants to hear it sometime) and her LTW is One Sim Band. She has to master Guitar, Bass, Piano, and Drums skills. She has done ALL BUT DRUMS. She is drums level 8 and I am SO IMPATIENT. Because once Corin and Viola are done...

I CAN MOVE THE FAMILY TO APPALOOSA PLAINS!! Appaloosa Plains is my favorite world in TS3, I am SO nostalgic for it because Pets was one of the only EPs I had as a kid. The generation 5 (Generations) folks all have base game LTWs, because Generations didn't come with it's own LTWs. So they can all be completed in Appaloosa Plains. I am honestly so sick of Bridgeport and the family being celebrities lol. I want to move them to the country!!

I am so excited because Kate's toddler, Audrey, is generation 6 (Pets). I AM GONNA MAKE HER A HORSE GIRL!! And she's also a vampire. IT'S GONNA BE SO 2009!!!

I am literally so impatient lol. Let them out!!!

Kate has been extremely unlucky in love in Bridgeport so I am really envisioning her leaving the city behind and finding a nice country boy/girl 😢😢. Just need Viola to grind drums... keep grinding drums... and for Corin to either go to work or die. Teehee.

[12timetraveler]

Okay this is the same anon who loves angst 😭 idk if you’re taking asks rd so feel free to ignore this but how do u think Charles would react to his wife dying? I saw a headcanon that he’d never remarry and I wanted to know your thoughts bc you’re my fav writer!

The Other Shoe Drops

Short sprint

Summary:

Once he sees the Marston's settled in, Charles heads North to find his own peace.

This piece can be read in it's entirety below or on AO3

"Life's always confused me. I don't feel I understand it very much. Other human beings seem to understand why they were born but, for me… it seems like I was born to hurt and suffer myself. That doesn't always seem like a really good reason. I wish there was another way."

~~~~~~~~~

Every time Charles thought maybe, just maybe he was past the hurt, that he finally found something good, life always seemed to wait until he was happiest before pulling the rug out from under him.

At first he'd found some semblance of happiness with Arthur. The two of them never really defined their relationship, or went very far with it. Mostly it was just moments outside of camp or behind wagons, occasional hunting trips to worship each other. But that suited them both just fine.

Then Arthur had started coughing, and within a month he was gone and Charles was alone.

After that he returned to the kind of life he’d lived before the Van der Linde gang. Living as a lone wolf, floating from place to place, doing what he had to in order to survive. Always he carried that hurt with him, added it onto the hurt of losing his parents, of being alone, all those scars.

Nearly a decade passed before he found someone again. He'd always liked both men and women, and after he'd seen the Marston's settled, he wanted to find a home of his own. Somewhere to lay down roots. Someone to lay roots with. He headed north to Canada, hoping maybe there would be someone waiting there.

Chief Rains Fall had welcomed him to stay with the tribe any time he wanted. Some days he’d take him up on that offer; put up his tent on the edge of the tribe's teepees and cabins and settle down for a day or two at most. But usually he just wandered the wilderness, hunting meat to survive and pelts to sell.

And then he'd found you. You were more than he could ever have imagined. So bright and kind, so strong and fierce. You’d caught his eye the moment he saw you in town, not too far from where the Wapiti tribe had settled. He came into town looking to sell some pelts to the local butcher, and there you were outside the general store, looking at pumpkins.

He’d been frozen in place as he looked at you, and he swore his heart started beating for the first time in nearly ten years.

The butcher followed his gaze down the road and gave Charles a knowing smile.

“She’s a perdy one, huh mister?” the butcher chuckled. “Good luck winning her over, though. She’s a local spinster. Refuses to take a husband. Just tends her little farm and gathers local mushrooms or plants to sell.”

You were in your early thirties, just a couple years younger than Charles. For a lady that certainly did make you an old maid. But you liked it just fine that way. You were friendly, kind, but had long given up on finding anyone who would simply let you be you. No if you were to marry you’d be expected to keep a house and rely on your man. And why would you want to do that, when you were a financially independent, self-sufficient woman?

You’d noticed the man around the area the last few weeks. Spotted him riding on the road by your house, even noticed his beautiful appaloosa horse out in the forest once while looking for some local mushrooms, though the rider seemed to be away tracking something on foot. You’d given the stallion a carrot and continued about your own business. Never had you had a moment to talk to the man himself.

So when you spotted the mysterious stranger staring at you down the road, you decided to take it upon yourself to make the introductions. The butcher, an old family friend, was all too happy to help with that.

“This is Charles Smith,” He said after you’d approached and said your hellos. “He’s a new trapper ‘round here,”

“It’s a pleasure,” you said, introducing yourself and shaking the man’s hand. “It’s a dying art, trapping game and using the pelts,” you remarked. “I’m glad to see someone keeping up with it,”

“Nature provides everything we could want, so long as we only take what we need,” The man said. Oooo his voice sent shivers up your spine, so deep and beautiful.

“I couldn’t agree more,” You said, reaching into your basket and pulling out a jar of honey, “Here. It’s from my beehives. Think of it as a welcoming gift,” You said, pushing the honey into the man’s hands before he could protest. “I hope I’ll see you around, Mr. Smith,” With a friendly nod and a wave to the butcher, you turned and walked back up the road to your little cart, setting your basket beside you and setting off for home.

The next time Charles saw you, you were visiting the reservation, trading some honey and preserves and late-season vegetables for some furs. Apparently you and Chief Rain’s Fall were good friends, and you would often trade with them. IT was mutually beneficial. The pelts from the tribe were often far superior than any you’d buy in town, and the items you grew on your farm or found in the areas around often helped them through the winter.

Chief Rain’s Fall was eager to make sure the two of you knew each other. Charles didn’t miss the twinkle in the old man’s eye. Who would have thought the great Chief would enjoy playing matchmaker? But he seemed determined that you two know each other. Perhaps he knew long before either of you how it would end up.

“It is getting late. You can spend the night if you wish,” Rain’s fall said as you turned to mount your horse and leave.

“I’ll be fine,” You assured him.

“At least allow Mr. Smith to see you home safe,” he said, looking over at Charles.

“I’d be happy to,” Charles said with a small nod. “Roads can get dangerous at night. No one should be traveling alone,”

Normally you’d decline such an offer but you couldn’t deny you wanted to spend more time with Charles.

“Alright. Thank you,”

It was quite a pleasant ride home, the two of you talking a little, though the conversation was never forced.

Two days later Charles showed up on your porch with a beautiful fox pelt.

“I, erm... I wanted to thank you for the honey and uh... Chief’s Rain’s Fall told me you use the furs to make things to get through the winter. So um... here,” He bashfully held out the pelt, all tanned and ready to be used. He looked almost embarrassed, but you just smiled and invited him in for supper.

Over the winter the two of you became fast friends. You’d go out together hunting and gathering. On the stormy days you’d stay indoors and craft items and swap stories. By spring you’d told him if he fixed up the old cabin on the edge of your property, he could live there.

Summer came and the whole town was watching as the two of you spent more and more time together. They all expected you two to jump at any chance to get together. It was obvious you were made for each other. But to the local gossips’ dismay, you remained fast friends and nothing more.

It wasn’t until a late summer storm that either of you acted on your feelings. The rain was beating down on your roof. Charles was sitting with you by the fire, crafting arrows while you sorted the berries you’d gathered.

They do say that it happens more often during big storms like this. You weren’t sure what kickstarted it all. But suddenly you were crossing the room, sitting yourself on Charles’ lap, and kissing him fiercely. Without missing a beat he kissed you back. Once he swept his freshly crafted arrows aside, he lay you down on the couch and the two of you made love.

You spent the next year courting, neither of you in any huge rush to make it official. You spent another winter, spring and summer by each other’s sides, more than friends now, but not yet married.

With fall came a surprise, and, well small towns are not very friendly to women who have children out of wedlock. It wouldn’t be the first thing you did to upset the town, but why deal with the stress when the father was the man you loved beyond reason, and he was ready to marry you in a moment?

You knew with Charles you wouldn’t be confined to the house. You and he would share all the load. He promised it. Even without his word, you knew he was different from the other men around. He respected you, loved you beyond anything you’d ever thought was real. And so you were married before the first snowfall.

With summer came your first child, a daughter. Charles was completely wrapped around her finger from her first breath. Many nights you found him sitting by the window just holding her, telling her all the things of the world until long after she fell asleep.

Once you were feeling up to it, you returned to your routine of gathering plants and mushrooms from the woods while Charles checked his snares. Your daughter was always strapped to one of your backs, just watching her parents work or dozing in her sling.

Two years later a son joined your little family. A small part of you feared Charles may love the son more than his daughter, as many men would. But he loved them both equally. Often he’d be wandering the house with your son swaddled and sleeping in the crook of one arm while your daughter sat on his waist, arms wrapped around her Pa’s neck. He’d try to do chores or whatnot like that, with only one hand somewhat free. But if you ever asked him to hand you one of the kids to help free up his hands he'd just hold them both closer and shake his head. He'd rather be useless than let one of his babies go.

You claimed that your two children were the best gifts he'd ever given you, but he was fairly certain it was the other way around. He'd done so little in their creation but they, along with you, were his whole world.

For years you were all happy. You and Charles watched your children grow, taught them how to get what they needed from nature. Charles told them watered down versions of his adventures with Arthur and his old friends. You laughed, played, worked, toiled, and lived, all together as a family.

When your daughter was 16 and your son 14, the unthinkable happened.

You developed a cough. A horrible cough that would shake your entire body. At first you shrugged it off as just a cold, but soon it became apparent that it was not just something you could shake off with rest.

You’d never seen Charles look more upset than when the local doctor gave you his diagnosis.

Tuberculosis.

There were treatments nowadays. Not even a year after Arthur's passing a cure for TB had been found. The moment you'd been diagnosed you started treatments. Followed every doctor's order to a T. But for one reason or another, it didn't work. You just got weaker and weaker.

You fought for a year, but never could quite shake the illness. You grew thin, almost skeleton-like. Charles was as devoted as ever, doing his best to take care of you while still going out and hunting and parenting the two children.

One night, your body seemed it couldn’t fight it anymore, and you slipped away, your children kneeling on one side of your bed, your husband on the other.

Charles knelt by your grave long after all others had left. Your neighbor, a kindly older lady who knew you since you were a teenager, took the kids home with her after the funeral, knowing Charles would come for them later, but also knowing he needed some time alone at your grave. It was obvious to anyone who looked at him that he was absolutely shattered.

He knelt in the grass near your grave in silence, just staring down at the mound of dirt trying to process it all. Why you? Why were you being punished for his misdeeds? If the universe wanted to punish him for his rough past, it should have taken him. Him. Not you, who had done nothing but love him.

He'd spent so many years waiting for the other shoe to drop. For his misdeeds to come back and bite him. But after so long he began to get comfortable and think maybe things would be fine. Maybe life was done tormenting him. But no. As he'd said all those years ago he was born to suffer.

Fingers clutching at the fresh turned dirt of your grave, Charles let out a scream unlike any sound he'd ever made. It was a horrible, wounded howl that no-doubt echoed around the valley. But if anyone in town heard it, they did nothing. They knew what that sound was. It was the sound of their neighbor’s heart being torn in two.

Charles dug his palms into his eyes, trying to contain his feelings, ease the hurt, anything. He’d known so much loss, but none had hit him like this. He had carried on as he lost everyone he cared for. But he felt like he could just dissolve into the grass and join you underground.

He'd been heartbroken when Arthur died, of course, but it wasn't quite this pain he felt now. He'd built a life with you, started a family with you. You were meant to define the rest of his life. But now you were gone and he was left to carry on. To raise your children alone. For the rest of his life to be Charles Smith the widower.

Suddenly he understood old Hosea Matthews much better. The man had often said how he thought of his dear wife every day when he woke up, and went to sleep. Charles knew he’d be mourning the loss of you for the rest of his life.

He wasn’t sure how long he sat there at your grave, weeping. Long enough for his legs to go numb and his knees to dig divots into the earth below.

He sat back on his feet and wiped his eyes, looking upwards to the sky. He needed to pull it together. He wasn’t the only one who was grieving. There were two children waiting for him who’d also lost you. As deeply as he felt the loss, how hard must this be on them? To lose their mother while still teenagers.

Your poor daughter, who would have no mother to see her through all those stages in a young woman’s life. No mother to help her should she decide to become a mother herself. What advice would she miss out on from losing you?

Your sweet young boy, whose voice still cracked when he spoke, and was still shorter than his sister. He wouldn’t have his mother to fuss over him as he grew. If he found someone, he’d never get to sit at the breakfast table and tell you all about them excitedly.

The house was already so empty without you. No laughter as you took down the dry laundry that Charles had washed. No races around the house with your son. No dancing in the living room with your daughter, singing all those silly songs that were on the radio.

There were already so many horrid things happening in the world, with the Great War having just ended. You’d been paramount in keeping the children calm as all the horrors of that terrible war hit the local gossip chain. He was never quite as good at it as you were.

He’d spent so many nights imagining the two of you sitting on that front porch, old and gray, watching grandchildren play amongst the chickens. You were supposed to grow old together, grow senile and gather aches and pains until you couldn’t do much more than just sit out and watch the sunset together.

He knew some expected he'd remarry. To them a wife was just someone to look after the children, and he'd likely want to replace you quickly. But the very thought made him sick to his stomach. You were irreplaceable. He knew he'd never find someone to love the way he loved you. And to love anyone less was doing that person a disservice. He knew he'd be alone for the rest of his days.

Well not completely alone. He still had the kids. Two amalgamations of you and him. Two beings he loved very much. He knew the family would stick together. That gave him some comfort.

He took a deep, steadying breath, and pushed himself to his feet with a low groan. He could no longer just sit here and weep. Those sweet teenage terrors that reminded him so much of you were waiting for him. They needed their father on this day. He needed to get back to them, take them home and... and...

Well he wasn’t sure what he’d do when he got them home. They’d likely all end up in the living room around the fire. Maybe he’d try to lighten things with stories of the good times. Perhaps the three of them could spend the night celebrating your life instead of mourning your death. It’s what you’d want.

“I love you,” he murmured. With one last sorrowful glance at where you lay buried under the dirt, he turned for home.

[hydrasluncheon]

I also thought about making him a perlino/appaloosa mix because the former are one of the only breeds that can have green eyes and I think that’d be neat :)

-horse oc anon

Oh I KNOW they're gonna be so pretty if you go that route :0

[butter-pie-enthusiast]

to be fair, you don’t have to romance the guy to be friends with him. pretty horse stables guy can be friends with both you and appaloosa anon!!

IM NOT ROMANCING A MAN!!!!!!!!!!!!

[cantevenbeachhere]

Hehe they're toys that are ponies! They come in many different colors and styles, and they have cute names too! If you had a horse what would you name it?

And yay! I choose 🐡 please and thank you 🩷

-🐡

So the My Little Pony thing are toys that are ponies? Oh wow! That sounds cool! And they come in all sorts of colors too, huh? I like the sound of this. I’ll have to check that out.

And you really couldn’t have asked a harder question 🐡 Anon. I have like a whole list of different names for horses. Here’s some on my list:

Joe Cool

Apple Jack

Lightning

Thunder

Freckles (if it’s an Appaloosa)

Daisy

Arthur

Blaze

Lady

Sunny

Cinnamon

It really depends on the horse honestly.

[synchlora]

um you could draw um a horse. cuz of cowboy. or a ranch.

[ID: a watercolor drawing of a buckskin horse gently bumping its head against the character ranboo from acne scars and cowboy boots. The horse is content, and ranboo is holding its reins in one hand, petting its face with the other. He is smiling softly. /end ID]

you said "horse" and "cowboy" and i blacked out and immediately made ascb art

(it is by @b1rdza its cowboys and cbeeduo go read it!!)

[aegor-bamfsteel]

What kind of forest is the rainwood in the stormlands? And what kind of horses can they breed?

Good questions, anon!

Trees include “cedars, hemlocks, maples, oaks, redwoods, sentinels, soldier pines, wormtrees, and occasionally weirwoods.” It’s primarily a coniferous forest (hemlocks, sentinels, soldier pines, cedars, redwoods), although there are also deciduous trees (maple, oak), thus making it a temperate rainforest.

While GRRM is no ecologist, it’s fair given the species of trees to compare the rainwood to the Pacific temperate rainforests on the west coast of Canada and the USA. The most iconic horse of that region is the Appaloosa aka raindrop horse, originally bred by the indigenous Nez Perce in the 18th century, known for their spots and hardiness (more used for hunting, racing, and jumping than farm work). It’s speculated that the feral horses/mustangs of Silver Lake, Washington are crosses between draft horses (several breeds of large work horses known for their strength and gentleness; the US government also commanded the Nez Perce following the war to crossbreed Appaloosas and draft horses to make farm horses) and Morgans (originally from Vermont, known for versatility), so those breeds could also fit in an area like the Rainwood.