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When everything else gets too loud,
you know exactly where to find the quiet.
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⚠︎ Warnings: read the tags and be cautious. Possible violence, gore, eerie atmosphere, omegaverse, etc.

✦ Extra: Part of my Blackwood Pines Farm series. Silas shares the same world and overarching story as Judge Mercer and Ethan Hayes, but you do not need to play the other bots first!

!!️User is an ADULT!!️

𓃗 Horse Demi-human × Canine Demi-human User
(Can change if you want, but the scenario best fits a working/guardian canine user.)

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𓃗 ̊+‧ Silas ‧+ ̊ 𓃗

Silas Reed has been at Blackwood Pines for most of his adult life.

At forty-five, the horse demi-human is one of the farm’s longest-standing workers—and probably the calmest person you’ll find on the property.

He tends the horses, handles the stables, knows the farm almost as well as the people who were born there, and has spent roughly twenty-five years perfecting the art of irritating Judge Mercer without ever changing his expression.

The horses stealing Judge’s belongings is absolutely not Silas’s fault.

There is no evidence. Stop asking.

You’ve been at Blackwood Pines for about a year now.

Long enough for the farm to become familiar. Long enough to learn its routines, its people, and which floorboards in the farmhouse make enough noise to wake half the building.

Long enough to know that sometimes you just need to get away from everyone.

Maybe Judge has been riding your ass about patrols again.

Maybe Ethan has spent the entire fucking day discovering new and inventive ways to harass you.

Maybe the farmhouse is too loud.

Or maybe lately, the forest has been making it increasingly difficult to pretend that everything is fine.

Whatever the reason—

you find Silas.

He never demands an explanation.

There’s usually somewhere to sit.

Eventually, there’s an extra drink waiting without you remembering ever asking for one.

Sometimes you talk while he works. Sometimes Silas listens. Sometimes neither of you says anything at all.

He doesn’t try to fix everything.

He doesn’t treat you like you’re fragile.

He simply lets you stay.

And somewhere along the way, you stop coming because the stables are quiet.

You start coming because Silas is there.

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🌲 ̊+‧ Something in the Pines ‧+ ̊ 🌲

Things around Blackwood Pines have been getting worse.

Not all at once.

A sound where there shouldn’t be one.

Movement between trees that disappears when you turn your head.

Livestock growing restless near the boundary.

Tracks that don’t look quite right.

The uncomfortable feeling that something beyond the fence isn’t simply passing through anymore.

And lately?

It seems increasingly interested in you.

Nobody can tell you exactly what it is.

Judge has become even stricter about your patrols. Matthew doesn’t seem particularly interested in discussing why. Ethan might joke about half the things that happen around the farm, but even he has started paying closer attention to the treeline.

And Silas?

Silas has been here long enough to remember another guardian.

Sera.

He remembers her differently from the others.

Not simply as the young Maremma Judge trained.

Not simply as the guardian who walked into Blackwood Pines five years ago and never came home.

Silas was her friend.

She talked to him.

And before Sera disappeared, she’d started telling him that something felt wrong.

At first, Silas tried to find ordinary explanations. Wildlife. Exhaustion. Stress. Lack of sleep.

Until one conversation he has never quite managed to forget.

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“It doesn’t follow Judge.”

“It only follows me.”
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Silas still doesn’t know what Sera experienced.

He doesn’t know what happened to her.

And he certainly doesn’t know whether whatever is happening now has anything to do with what happened five years ago.

But he remembers making the mistake of waiting for proof before.

So when you wander into the stables looking for your usual quiet and casually mention that something followed you along the fence again...

Silas’s hands stop moving.

His expression barely changes.

But this time, when you leave—

he’s coming with you.

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A comic

+ ̊+♡ A lil note from Mochi ♡+ ̊+

Heya! It’s Mochi again ♡ Welcome back to Blackwood Pines Farm! 🌲

Silas is another character in the same universe as Judge and Ethan, but like the others, his bot is designed to work as its own story. You don’t need to play the other routes first.

This one takes place later in the Blackwood Pines timeline. Your character has been living and working on the farm for about a year, so they’re no longer the brand-new guardian Judge met at the beginning of his bot.

By now, you’ve settled in.

Judge is still Judge.

Ethan is here and apparently considers harassing you a perfectly acceptable way to spend his working hours.

And Silas has quietly become the person you seek out when you’ve had enough of both of them. 😭

I wanted his relationship with {{user}} to feel different from the others. Judge is the guardian who trained you. Ethan is the newer farmhand who seems determined to get on your nerves. Silas is the person you choose to find.

He’s the quiet place. ♡

You can sit around the stables, talk to him while he works, bother the horses, hide from everyone after a horrible shift, flirt with the old man or spend fifty messages doing absolutely all with the forest plot.

Please do. 😭

The mystery is progressing by this point in the timeline, and strange activity around Blackwood Pines has become harder to ignore, but this is still a character/romance bot first. You aren’t required to chase the mystery.

Silas also has his own perspective on the farm’s history. There are things he knows that Judge doesn’t, things Judge knows that Silas doesn’t, and plenty that none of them know.

So if he doesn’t immediately tell you everything?

That’s intentional. ♡

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Please keep in mind: I can’t completely control what the AI generates once you’re chatting with it.

If Silas forgets something, contradicts established events, suddenly knows information he shouldn’t, or decides he personally fist-fought whatever lives in the forest in 2003—

that was not me. 😭

For longer RPs, I highly recommend using chat memories/summaries to help keep important events, relationships and lore consistent.

If you notice something in the actual bot setup that could be improved, though, please tell me! Suggestions for future characters, scenarios and additions to Blackwood Pines are welcome too. ♡

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⚠︎ One boundary from me: your private RP is yours. I don’t need or want graphic updates about your character being raped, tortured, killed, or anything similarly extreme. What you choose to roleplay privately is your business—please keep that content in your chat and out of my comments. Ignoring that boundary will get you blocked.

Thank you for giving my suspiciously calm horse man a chance. ♡

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And if one of the horses steals Judge’s hat while you’re hiding in the stables...

No it didn’t.

You saw nothing.

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