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Username:
➷.River.➷
Name:
Angelica (Angel)
Gender:
Heifer
Childhood Story:
Angelica recalls her childhood as something she deeply misses. One of her favorite childhood memories was one she looks back on to laugh, the story of that memory begins on a cool spring afternoon. Angelica was hanging out with her best friend Emilia, running a lemonade stand. The weather was very nice, so they thought many buttermilks would be out for a walk. They waited, and waited. Nobody came to their stand. "Hey Emilia, are you sure we put up the signs properly?" Angelica asked. "I'm positive we did! If you don't believe me let's go see!" Emilia replied. "Ok fine!" said Angelica. They closed down the stand quickly, and rushed to the signs. When they arrived, Emilia smiled in satisfaction. The signs were exactly where they were placed. "Oh ok then, but why is nobody coming to the stand? The arrows point right to it!" Angelica cried. "Well how am I supposed to know?" Emilia questioned. But upon closer inspection, the buttermilks discovered that someone had painted over the arrows! "So that's why nobody's coming!" Emilia said. Angelica, with a look of relief and anger, told Emilia that they need to find out who did this. Emilia sighed saying, "oh c'mon Angelica! We don't need revenge, let's just fix the signs and get back to the stand." Angelica, getting angrier by the second, decided that Emilia was right. There was no point in revenge. Angelica looks back on this to laugh at how angry she had gotten, she's still friends with Emilia today and although they never found out who did it, they still wonder.
Personality:
A Quote She Lives By:
"Sometimes Sunshine Gets Lost In The Rain."
Extra 2:Angelica is always someone to look for the happy things in life. She believes there's always light at the end of a dark tunnel. Sometimes she finds it hard to have faith, but she knows that if she holds on and stays strong, she'll be alright. Positive mental attitude is so important to her. She never wants to give up or be defeated. Shes someone who brings light into a dark room. But she has had her own struggles. She has dealt with great pain, but in the end of it all, she knows she can't give in. "Sometimes the happiest people have felt the most pain."
Extra 3: Angelica always does her best to support those she loves. She doesn't want them to hurt, because she knows how it feels. "The prettiest smiles hide the deepest secrets... The prettiest eyes have cried the most tears, and the kindest hearts have felt the most pain."

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𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕.
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Ｕｓｅｒｎａｍｅ:
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Ｎａｍｅ:
𝙿𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚊 {𝙶𝚊𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝙸𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, '𝚜𝚒𝚗'.}
Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ:
𝙷𝚎𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚛

Ｓｔｏｒｙ . ｆｒｏｍ . ｈｅｒ . ｃｈｉｌｄｈｏｏｄ:
"𝙷𝚞𝚑? 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝙳ó𝚗𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚂𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎?"
"𝙿𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙳𝚞𝚋𝚑. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝙼𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎!"

𝙰 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝙿𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚊'𝚜 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗. 𝙱𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙿𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗, '𝙶𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚘𝚝𝚜' 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙.

"𝙸𝚏 𝙸'𝚖 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚖𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘𝚘"

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚐𝚞𝚕𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚏, 𝙳ó𝚗𝚊𝚒𝚕, 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝙳𝚞𝚋𝚑, 𝚊𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚊𝚗. 𝙳𝚞𝚋𝚑 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚜, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚣𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛. 𝙿𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎, 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚖𝚙 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚍. 𝙳𝚞𝚋𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎.

"𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝?"
"𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚋𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢. 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚣𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚏."

𝙳𝚞𝚋𝚑 𝚑𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚏 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛. 𝙿𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚑𝚎'𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚌𝚘𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢. 𝙿𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛, 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝙳𝚞𝚋𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎'𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚘.

"𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢?"

𝙳𝚞𝚋𝚑'𝚜 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎, 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝙿𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚊'𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛.

"𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢. 𝙶𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎."

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝙰𝚗 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝙿𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙳𝚞𝚋𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘.

"𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝."

𝙱𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝙿𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚊 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚔, 𝙳𝚞𝚋𝚑 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚏𝚏. 𝙷𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚝, 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚜𝚔? 𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚏 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚘. 𝙷𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛.
Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ:
𝙿𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚛, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚢 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚐𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚝. 𝚂𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛.
Ａ . ｓｈｏｒｔ . ｑｕｏｔｅ . ｓｈｅ . ｌｉｖｅｓ . ｂｙ:
‟𝚃𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗. 𝚂𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚘, 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎.”

Ｅｘｔｒａ １:
𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎
Ｅｘｔｒａ ２:
𝙿𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚏, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚙 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍 '𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕' 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏.

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝙳𝚞𝚋𝚑 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚘𝚛. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝙳𝚞𝚋𝚑 𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍. 𝙰𝚍𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍, 𝚜𝚢𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 '𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏' 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝙳𝚞𝚋𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝙿𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚠, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙳𝚞𝚋𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙷𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚑. 𝙰𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚂𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙳ó𝚗𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚎.
Ｅｘｔｒａ ３:
𝟷 𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝟸𝟻𝟶 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜

STILL A WIP

[jolteon!]

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Username: loserasylum
Name: Sylvia
Gender: Heifer

Story from her childhood:
wip / first interaction with Leia

Personality:
wip / sassy but classy

A short quote she lives by:
"I know I've got a big ego
I really don't know why it's such a big deal though"

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Extra 1: wip! will be somewhere at the top or bottom when finished
Extra 2: kickin >:3
Extra 3: words

[paopu]

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α dяεαм ᴛнαᴛ яεᴛυяɴѕ ѕσ σƒᴛεɴ ιѕ lιкε ᴛσ вε α мεѕѕεɴgεя
✶ username paopu
✶ name thea
✶ gender heifer

ι ωιll кεερ ᴛнε cσlσя σƒ чσυя εчεѕ ωнεɴ ɴσ σᴛнεя ιɴ ᴛнε ωσяld яεмεмвεяѕ чσυя ɴαмε
✶ story
like the sun's light trying to break through a thick canopy of leaves, thea's memories had always felt distant. it was like a layer of fog cut sharp between her and her past. she doesn't remember much further back than the past few years and even that can sometimes be hazy. still, every once and awhile, something managed to slip through. the sound of a voice or a certain smell that just tickled the back of her mind, bringing forth images she barely recognized herself in. much of the information she gets from these flashes is trivial; but there's one memory more important to her than almost anything. she remembers being very small and very scared. lightning split the sky in two above her, while thunder shook the ground beneath her. she remembers hiding, huddled underneath massive leaves that did little to protect her from the rain's erratic rhythm. she remembers the panic she felt, curling in her chest only to give way to pure and honest relief as a familiar voice cut through the night. oh thea, you have to quit running off came the gentle voice, soft with sympathy and warm with love. most important, she remembers launching herself at a familiar pair of hooves, pressing as close as possible to a presence so safe and steady that she knew everything would be okay.
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ωε αяε ɴσᴛ αlωαчѕ ωнαᴛ ωε ѕεεм, αɴd нαяdlч ενεя ωнαᴛ ωε dяεαм
✶ personality
there's something about Thea that seems both far older and far younger than she actually is. she holds an innocence with her that's not unlike a child, but also would be fitting of some ancient being from a distant time. her aura is melancholic. even when happy there's something somewhat tempered about it - like she's not quite sure how to express her feelings or like everything she feels is being filtered through a veil. perhaps, in some ways, it is. it's not that Thea is incapable of feeling - no in fact she does that quite intensely - it's just that the layer of forgotten memories puts a bit of an odd filter on everything. if she's sad it echoes through things she doesn't remember, deepening the feeling, but also adding an element of detachment to it. after all, how can she feel so strongly about something she doesn't remember?

yet, Thea isn't all gloomy sadness. she's got her quirks and feels joy just as much as sadness. she's fascinated by the weird and is curious to a fault. she's unapologetically herself no matter how strange or feckless that may be. she loves fairy tales and superstitions truly believes them - or at least can appreciate the reasoning behind them. she also has a tendency to take everything literally, but is doing her best to work on understanding - and also using - sarcasm. she wants very badly to be included and understood and is constantly striving to be able to communicate with others effectively.
words | 250

ᴛнεяε αяε ɴσ нαρρч εɴdιɴgѕ, вεcαυѕε ɴσᴛнιиg εɴdѕ
✶ quote
"Well, I'm always dreaming, even when I'm awake."

ᴛαкε мε ωιᴛн чσυ; ƒσя lαυgнѕ, ƒσя lυcк, ƒσя ᴛнε υɴкиσωɴ
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the fairies had returned. she couldn't stop that one thought from forming as she stared upon the plains in awe. on one level, she knew that couldn't be true. but, on the other, who's to say it wasn't? after all what else could form such beautiful lights, dotting through the night like fallen stars? she'd never seen a fairy, of course, nor did she know anyone who had, but that did nothing to deter her from this conclusion. if no one had ever seen a fairy then who was to say what they looked like?

she let out a whinny - or at least the approximation of one. it was a sound she made when she got excited, much to the chagrin and confusion of some of the neighboring herds. they'd told her before cows didn't do that but, as she reasons, if she did that must not be true. either that or she wasn't a cow, she supposed, but that was food for thought later. right now, she was far more concerned with the way the fairies scattered around her she she charged through the field. another whinny, mixed with a laugh, left her as the lights bloomed up around her in a panicked flare that she read as a greeting.

hello friends she crooned at them, musical voice filling the air. one of the fireflies drifted closer, settling on her nose. she held her breath in disbelief. it was an honor to receive a fairy's blessing.
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gяεαᴛ нεяσεѕ ɴεεd gяεαᴛ ѕσяяσωѕ αɴd gяεαᴛ вυяdεɴѕ, σя нαlƒ ᴛнειя gяεαᴛɴεѕѕ gσεѕ υɴɴσᴛιcεd
extra 2:
it took her exactly twenty five flowers to make a flower crown.

they were picked, lovingly, from the fields with patient hooves and a tender thanks for their use. she knew, somewhere in her heart of hearts that they would not begrudge her and that they were happy to help and yet, she still thanked every one that she plucked up. it was rude not to say thanks when being given a gift, even from something as trivial as a flower. it was still a life, after all. she wouldn't be taking them at all if it wasn't very important.

it took twenty five for her to make a flower crown.

sage and anemones for protection. amaranth and carnations for longevity. she selected each flower for a particular purpose. whether it was for strength or for grace, each part of the crown came together to be a part of something bigger. a lucky charm of sorts to help her find her footing.
words | 150

ι dιd ɴσᴛ кɴσω ᴛнαᴛ ι ωαѕ ѕσ εмρᴛч, ᴛσ вε ѕσ ƒυll

[Castelia]

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Username: Castelia

Name: Euphoria

Nickname: Story

Gender:Heifer

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Story from her childhood:
When Euphoria was younger her mother would often tell her about the will o wisps and how she should never follow them as they'd lead her astray. Unfortunately Euphoria didn't listen to her mothers warning when she came across a wisp and then another and another after that, next thing Euphoria knew she was lost deep within a dark forest and the cold night drew ever so closer. You'd think Euphoria would be frightened at this point but she hadn't even noticed her situation as she stared mesmerised at the last remaining wisp, its blue flow dances against the night. Next thing Euphoria knew the wisp was gone and all that remained darkness, she was a little more afraid now as she didn't know which way was home or even where she was, if she didn't already regret not listening to her mothers warnings she sure did now, instead of crying or panicking though Euphoria began searching for shelter instead which she found in a hole of a dying tree, it was only just big enough to fit her frame. About an hour or so later Euphoria awoke to a yellow glow in front of her, she immediately got out of the hole and inspected the small glow, it had looked like a wisp but it wasn't, next thing Euphoria knew another one of the small yellow glows appeared, then another and another. Though she was sceptical this time around she decided to follow where they were leading her as anywhere was better than where she was, turns out the little yellow glow's had guided her home, her mother waiting just outside the forest for her with a gentle, relieved look on her face. Her mother had told her they were fireflies and while will-o-wisps guide travellers astray, the fireflies guide them back home. Memories of the fireflies warm yellow glow still dance in her mind to this day. This event was also what sparked her love of fireflies

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Personality: Euphoria is curious and adventurous, she loves to explore places even though she has no sense of direction whatsoever, she often relies on the fireflies to find her way. Even though she hasn't got the brightest of brains, Euphoria still has very kind heart and loves to help others however she can. She also loves tell youngsters stories of her adventures even adding a dash of imagination to really wow them, you could say Euphoria is an excellent storyteller, what she lacks in smarts she makes up for in a creative imagination. While other buttermilks may think Wisterias a little weird the youngsters adore her and thats all that matters to Euphoria, shes comfortable in her own skin. You could say Euphoria is just one very happy-go-lucky buttermilk seeking adventure.

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Theme Song: Dance of the Wild Faeries ~ Wendy Rule (Gary Stadler)

A short quote she lives by: "Wisps lead you Astray,Fireflies guide you home"

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[ℋoney]

marrk <3

[womp womp]

- congrats! ill likely be reusing bits and pieces of her personality from my form for future use! -

[Rescue2001]

mark

[whim]

Username: whim
Name:
Gender: Heifer

Story from her childhood: (500 word max)
Personality: (250 word max)
A short quote she lives by:

Extra 1: 1 art piece or 250 words
Extra 2: 1 art piece or 250 words
Extra 3: 1 art piece or 250 words

mark - my heart has been stolen

[Svetigris]

Username: Mewwthesabertiger
Name: Numa
Gender: Heifer

Story from her childhood: Once upon a 1986, there was a beautiful city of Chernobyl. People talked with each other, girls gossiped and boys played football. In this peaceful land, Numa was born. As a calf, she knew she was special. She was an albino. All other calves loved to play with her, because she was very cheerful, often interrupting a football session with running. She loved to swim in the Pripyat river, she liked eating grass and just being a calf. But then one day, this was all about to change. One midnight, the calf strayed away to look on an explosion. The nuclear power station just exploded. She looked at the explosion, thinking it was a firework. Her mom told her to go back, but it was already useless, the radioactiveness got in her body and in her friends' bodies, meanwhile they were looking at the explosion, the helicopters, they thought it was a huge party that they couldn't join. Crackling noises were chiming all around them, the mom cow moo-ing her lungs out to them to get back.
The next day, she grew up and felt someting strange on her forehead, it was a "Unicorn" horn, her mom looking at her with sad and happy eyes, the calf picked up a rock with its power. She was very fascinated of what she has done and went to tell her friends, but uh oh bad suprise. Some of them grew extra hooves, one of them had two heads that debated about the kind of grass they should eat, others didn't survive the night, with radioactive intoxication. She thought it was all her fault, and the sad calf ran away from home, crying at her friends' mutation, and this all happen because of her deciding to watch the "Firework". When she was running, she nearly got ran over, because the humans were escaping from the radioactiveness, even the farm owner left their cows to go get new ones, because milking those or selling those for meat would be very risky. But the cow leaped on the roof, not afraiding anytning. The bus was going to Moscow aftel all, she was hyped to see the beautiful city. Her mom told her that Moscow is very good and very beautiful, with these words she had a dream of visiting that beautiful city. Numa was going through many kilometers staying on top of that bus, straying further from home. When she saw Moscow, she was fascinated with the Tower of the red street, but she almost got caught by cats of the streets, they thought the calf was very tasty due to its horn, she used her powers to stop them, but they were very weak, so she got on the metro station and with her hooves and horns, she gripped on the train. Then, when the train stopped, the calf jumped in a empty wagon to Amsterdam. Then it went to France, and then to Spain and finally, Portugal. Now it lives there in peace. 500\500
Personality: Numa is a cheerful buttermilk, loves the sea and enjoys playing around with dogs, sometimes it has flasbacks of its previous life but it just ignores it. She was adopted by a bunch of gangsters and she's just fine. When she sees a cat she runs away in panic, remembering what cats had almost done to her. She uses her magic only for miracles, RARELY for battles. She also uses her magic to pick up small objects or even picking herself up to fly in the skies with the birds and our favourite vulpix gangster.
Her attacks can do ALOT of damage, and don't piss her off. She likes swimming, and does it pretty much better than other cows, like a moomin. She just likes to observe the underwater world as it is, it fascinated her since childhood. She also loves watching the night skies, and this buttermilk's afraid of fireworks, due to what happen at Chernobyl, so rather watching the stars it's worth it.
A short quote she lives by: "Stand up for what do you believe, even if it means to be standing alone!"

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