[♔Voltaire♔]

Username:♔Voltaire♔
Name: Corona
Gender: Bull

Prompt:
"Well, what is it? What is it that you want most?" the old bull inquired, looking at Corona over his spectacles.

The azure-eyed male had responded with no hesitation. " I want to connect people from around the world."

The old bull smiled softly, already knowing the young bull's answer before the words left his mouth.

If anyone had decided to peruse Corona's home, they would be in for a reckoning. Books littered the ground, giant stacks that hugged the walls grew larger with the blink of an eye. Piles of old texts and scriptures litter his desk; small, foreign words scribbled into the yellowing pages. If you asked him to read you what they said, he would do so without blinking an eye, sitting you down and taking you from start to finish.

Yes, Corona was a lover of language, and he wanted nothing more than to learn as many of them as he could.

His love for language came once he hit middle school, taking Spanish and French classes at the same time and doing exceptionally in both. His teachers marveled at his fluency, and they immediately began to shower him with resources to further his learning. Once he had hit college, he declared a major in language studies, as well as taking up whatever foreign language classes he could. He came from poor beginnings, but his amount of scholarships allowed him to chase his dreams and travel the world through Study Abroad programs. He became fascinated with the languages in the east, and always purchased a souvenir or twenty when he had to leave, and return to the language center on campus.


Which is where he found himself now, eye-to-eye with his professor in the language department. After spending seven months in the Middle East and learning the language and cultures, Corona wanted nothing more than to use his gift of language to bring people together and to bridge the gaps between cultures around the world. It was a crazy dream, yes, but Corona had all the confidence in the world that he could begin to take steps toward his ambitions.

"So, can I?" The bright-eyed bull inquired. He wanted so badly to return to the deserts and continue his studies on the Arabic language, and well as some Egyptian hieroglyphs. He made a countless amount of friends in the small village he called home and wanted nothing more than to play in the sand with the village children, and stroll down the sandy paths in their signature silks without being looked at like a madman.

"I see no issue with it." his professor sighs, Corona's eyes gleaming like treasured jewels.

Perhaps with a bit more persuasion from the desert village, more students can have the experiences he has had, and immerse themselves in one of Corona's favorite languages. But for now, Corona will fly back to the deserts and continue learning the language, so he can teach it and share it with the rest of the world.

Extra:
Corona is also fluent in sign language! For my extra, I would like to direct you to a video that teaches you some words in sign language! Corona would be proud!

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Mark!

[Evils]

Mark!! He's such a cutie <3

[Chaotic Queen]

dropping as m going for another bull

[lumilys]

Username:
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Gender: Bull

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[Synerie]

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Personalty -

A sly smile, sauntering steps, eyes
gleaming with undetectable motives.
Hosea is a master con artist. He's
trained for all his life in swindling
oblivious heifers and bulls out of
various items. If he were ever
caught, Hosea can easily talk his
way out of a situation. Aside from
being equipped with a silver
tongue, he has the biggest heart
a Buttermilk could imagine. Hosea
can be very caring and welcoming,
only if you haven't wronged him in
the past. He takes everyone's
emotions and thoughts into
consideration, never turning anyone
away if they have opposing beliefs.
Hosea will always make sure he
appears open enough so others can
come to him if they have something
to say or talk about. He never wants
to appear to others as a snobby,
thick-headed bull who doesn't take
in the consideration of other beliefs,
so if he thinks you have something to
say but don't say it, he will try to talk
to you about it. However, if you
wronged Hosea in the past, he will
treat you as if you were dead to him.
Though, he's typically very reasonable
and will hear you out if you choose
to explain or apologize. If you do
neither, you won't exist to him
anymore. Hosea will rarely get
over a grudge unless he sits down
to think about it.

[ 250 words ]

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xxxdysania. - Hosea - bull

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Prompt - 500 words

Ever since Hosea could walk on shaky, newborn calf legs, he had always
dreamt of a better life. It felt so possible, so real, yet... the thought of
living a better life slipped from his hooves every time he attempted to
grasp it. Hosea was born scrawny and frail. His mother believed he would
never make it, judging by the way he struggled to nurse and struggled to
even keep his head up. Alongside that, Hosea had an arduous childhood,
always on the run with his mother from the moment he was born. Hosea
never knew what a home was. He never knew what a permanent bed was.
Hosea never even had time to know what a friend was. He always had to
prove himself to his mother that he was able to survive and live the life
she lived. It was truly difficult, especially having been born so fragile and
weak. Many times his mother would try to abandon him, to leave him to die
for the vultures. She'd sneak away when she knew he was in a deep slumber,
glancing back with a somber visage, pain radiating from her tender eyes.
She knew it was a mistake to bring such a scrawny calf along with her, yet
Hosea always found his way back to her side, desperate and scared. She
could never turn her son away, however. Anytime he came back, she knew
he grew more experienced in her life.

Around the time Hosea was able to speak properly, he learned to swindle
other Buttermilks out of money and food. He picked up these abilities
from his own mother, learning the way to sweet talk others. At first, he
wasn't good at it. Adults would laugh and sneer, kicking him aside as the
continued on their merry way, leaving behind a sniffling calf. Hosea would
turn his sniffles and tears into anger. He dreamed of living a better life,
never wanting to try and sweet talk an adult for the remains of their apple
or carrot. Hosea hated it. He felt weak. Useless. An annoyance. He learned
and grew from his mistake, soon surpassing his mother in skills.

Yet... every night, Hosea would lay awake, thinking of how it would be
to be those Buttermilks they steal from. To be so... healthy. So... important.
To have a home and never have to run from one shelter to the next.
Never have to eat the leftover food from a stranger.

Now, as an adult, Hosea still finds himself wishing for a better life.
Somewhere where he could be at peace. Somewhere where the sun is
warm and the air is light. Somewhere where the burden of grief and
regret doesn't weigh down on his back. He wants to achieve comfort.
Relaxation. A life far superior to the one he's lived and been through.
Hosea wants a chance at a life he'll actually finally love. One where he
doesn't have to fight for survival or be seen as a nuisance.

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[cautiousculpeo]

cautiousculpeo

Link

Bull

Link's only goal is to cross the great Gerudo Desert and stop the great beast causing the intense sand storms. He has been asked by many local villagers if he can help them, and he truly knows that taking over the Divine Beast Vah Naboris is the only way to stop the destructive storms.

[Northstar.]

Username: Northstar.
Name: Mirage
Gender: Bull

Prompt:
Mirage, wanderer of the sands, they'd say.

He didn't want to be.

He loves the desert, the dunes, the dangerous heat of the sun hanging overhead.

But what he really, truly wants is simply a place to call home.
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Extra:
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[Streak]

Username: Streak
Name: Saguaro
Gender: Bull

Prompt:

An avid dreamer, Saguaro has had many dreams and aspirations in life, but none stronger than one in particular, that shines brighter than the North Star.

More than anything else in the world, Saguaro wants to be loved; he wants to have a family, a place where he feels like he belongs.

A nomad for most of his life, he can’t remember when he had a family of his own. As a young calf, he was raised by an elderly bull named Akhir, but before he was even two months old, Akhir passes away. He can faintly remember Akhir’s stories of finding him in the desert, almost blending in with the blonde dunes behind him. Saguaro cherishes those memories of Akhir, as he hasn’t known anyone else since the old bull’s passing.

Wandering the desert day and night, Saguaro has grown used to this lifestyle of only looking forward to the next oasis. However, conditioning never fully covers the agony of isolation; a soul can only be concealed from companionship for so long.

Draped in elegant silks pinned with fashionable flowers when Akhir found him, Saguaro assumes he came from a family of great wealth, but wealth is worthless to him. He’d rather have all of the love left in the dry, dreary desert than all the riches in the world, and if his past parents had all of those riches, that could never earn them his respect. They’d left him, and that was irreversible.

Some nights, he would rest at an oasis for the night. Whenever he did decide to stop walking, it allowed his mind to wander, and wonder.

Am I the only one left?

Will I ever find anyone else?

If I do find someone, what if they don’t like me?

What if I’m lonely forever?

What if I never get out of the desert?

What if I’m destined for this life until death, and go as Akhir did?

What if I don’t even live to grow old, and my deep despair destroys me before age even gets the chance to see me?

It’s these what-ifs that keep him up at night, but when his feet grow feeble and he finally falls asleep, Saguaro can dream of his desires. He dreams of having a beautiful heifer who never leaves his side, who loves him unconditionally ‘til the end of them both. He dreams of children, a son resembling himself, and he wishes he could hold him right now, and make sure that his young never go through the same sorrowful struggles he’s facing. He promises, to any god that’ll listen, that he’ll take them under his wing and love his offspring unconditionally. He imagines that when he wakes up, he’ll see the sweet faces of his beloved and his son, but instead, he wakes up in front of the oasis, with the same dreary desert he saw in front of him before he fell asleep. Although, he sees something — or someone — moving in the distance.

Extra:
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[Andromeda]

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Apis is the bull who grew up with everything. He lived in a lavish palace deep in the desert furnished with ornate gold fixtures and jeweled thrones. Ivory statues and floor to ceiling murals decorated the walls while the carefully tended shrubbery gave the palace's courtyard beautiful emerald hues of life, a bright spot in a dead land. His parents had come from a long line of Egyptian royalty and the role of pharaoh would soon pass to him as his father aged.

He frequently snuck from the palace, however, donned in silks and flowers harvested from the oasis in the courtyard. He used these to somewhat disguise himself as he wandered through the sandy streets of lower Cairo, boggling at the way people lived. The females dressed in brightly colored cloth adorned with intricate patterns, clearly handmade. Stalls lined the streets and folks from every direction could be heard shouting their services.

"Fresh aloe! Got fresh aloe here, pre-sliced and whole!"

"We've got tapestries and hand-woven baskets, storage and decor right at your convenience!"

Apis usually tossed some coin in their direction, snagging an apple here, a hand-crafted anklet there, showing his support to his unknowing subjects. They lived decent conditions, though the streets were often crowded. However, the lower you moved throughout the city, the more the poverty showed. This saddened Apis to near tears as he passed citizens with protruding rib cages and dirty rugs to sleep on, no way of sheltering themselves from the all to frequent sand storms. He was sure they hardly knew what water looked like, rationing whatever their rain barrels happened to catch.

This bull had hopes and dreams and goals that one day, when he was pharaoh, he would change things. There would no longer be such thick lines between the palace and the varying tiers of society in Cairo. He would irrigate the streets so water would be caught and portioned more freely and more in line with supply and demand. He'd employ those in poverty to grow plants and farm animals and bring them out of the stinking mud ditches of the ground level of Cairo. The sand in the desert would reflect like a thousand diamond and flow like an endless stream of gold under Apis' rule. He would change his city, and he would free his people.