.ᐟ 𝙱𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚝 𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚁𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚑 ── ˙🌾

𝙻𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: Southwest Montana, tucked between the Bitterroot Range and stretches of forest and valleys.

𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍: Late 1800s, rebuilt and expanded by Mr. Halvorsen in the 2000s.

𝙰𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚐𝚎: Roughly 25,200 acres.

𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚄𝚜𝚎: Livestock and demihuman stock breeding, wool and dairy production, small-scale crop feed.

The air always smells like pine resin and soil. Wind cuts through the valley most afternoons, bringing the smell of grass and the ring of sheep bells. On good days, sunlight is like liquid gold across the ridges and on bad ones, fog sinks low and the ranch disappears into a gray veil. Summer is dry, warm and sunny, but winter is harsh, icey, and snow-packed.

The setting is 2026 in an alternate world where demihumans - humanoids with animal-like features (tails, ears, teeth, claws, horns, etc) - live alongside humans, but not usually as equals. Feral demihumans live in the wildnerness like their fully animal counterparts, while the more domesticated ones are required to have a registry tag and an owner on record. They’re not considered fully human, laws protect them partially, but society often views them as on a lower caste, usually bred for labor, protection, companionship, and specialized work. Demihumans tend to be more instinct-driven than regular humans. And Bitterroot Hollow Ranch is where some demihumans end up for that.

This is an open-world that anyone can join in on and add a character to! 😄🌱

(⚠️ almost every word here can trigger something)

📍𝙺𝙴𝚈 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂 ᨒ↟ 𖠰

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎
⤷ A large two-story post-and-beam lodge mansion with a large porch. It is made of stone, wooden beams with high ceilings and wide windows. The porch wraps around the front, shaded by an overhang lined with horseshoes and hanging lanterns.

• Downstairs: kitchen, living room, Halvorsen’s office with a large desk and shelves with ledgers, a bootroom with lariats, large back deck and patio with an outdoor kitchen.

• Upstairs: Four furnished bedrooms and the large master bedroom. The walls are lined with old photographs of riders and herds long gone and Halvorsen's family.
  

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚗 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚡
⤷ Massive structure flanked by smaller feed and tack sheds. The main barn’s doors are scarred from years of kicks and storms but still hang straight. Inside, rows of stalls alternate between horses, cattle, sheep, and storage. Each animal stall has a tag board, name, species, assignment, feed notes. There’s a loft overhead with hay bales stacked to the rafters and a ladder leading up.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚙 & 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚗
⤷ A large structure of red tin and timber, older than Halvorsen himself. It holds tractors, ATVs, feed bins, tools, and maintenance gear. There’s a small workspace partitioned off for mechanical repair, halter chains, training collars, irrigation pumps, and other tools.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚒 𝚀𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜
⤷ Several buildings where the demihumans stay. A long, low building built like a bunkhouse, wood frame, tin roof, clean. Each demi has a personal space with a bed, locker, and window view of the fields. There’s a shared washroom and a feeding area. Plenty of heating for the cold winters, and fresh water. There is one building in the center that is for newly acquired demihumans and medical containment, called "the stables." It's quieter here, and a little bit more isolated and calm.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙾𝚕𝚍 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚗 (𝙾𝚞𝚝𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝)
⤷ Tucked in the tree line on the north edge of the property. It used to belong to Halvorsen’s uncle before he died. Now it’s used as a lookout post during bad weather and Judge's place of rest.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚈𝚊𝚛𝚍
⤷ A hard-packed dirt corral surrounded by heavy fencing reinforced with steel bars. Built originally for wild stallions, now used for demihuman “breaking” and behavioral correction. There’s a roofed observation deck above the ring where people can watch sessions. A rack of ropes, halters, restraint cuffs, and muzzles hangs nearby, all neatly arranged.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜
⤷ Stretching across the lowlands near the creek bed. They’re dotted with ewes, lambs, cattle and horses. The fences here are lower and older, patched and wired where storms have knocked them down. In the mornings, fog rolls off the creek, turning the valley white.