[mongrel]

username: imaginary
name: theodosia
what does she see in the mirror?:
"oh, my dear. you're beautiful."

"thank you, mama."

"you know that, yes?"

"yes, mama. you tell me every morning."

with her brow furrowed, she looked down at me.
"yes, i'm aware. but my love, you don't listen. you merely hear my words."

i didn't have a response to that.
"i suppose."

her gazed lingered for a moment longer before a vaguely translucent hand grazed my shoulder, a chill following suit. similar to the brisk breezes of new york, but more... what was the word? deliberate? deliberate seems right.

"have a good day, darling."

"yes, mama."

and watching over my shoulder, her eyes bored into the back of my head, right where she always was. her reflection lay ingrained into the mirrors, always there to match my gaze with her own.

[chanhee.]

username: stardew
name: uhhhh wip
what does she see in the mirror?: wip wip wip >:3c
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[mierose]

username:
name:
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wiperoni

[bluex]

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Long-limbed, pretty-headed and golden-hearted: Charis is one of the most well-regarded heifers of the age. Bulls swoon over her every move, her beauty hypnotising, her elegance beguiling. Coming from such a prized lineage, and blessed with beauty most ethereal, Charis seemed to hold the power of the world between her hooves. Her father used to guard her as if she was his very own treasure; more priceless than a million red diamonds. His only regret is letting his grip on his baby slip, letting her grow up too fast. Her mother was her sole confidant, and the lines that cross her face never tax on her timeless beauty. She was always laughing and giving Charis the most beautiful smiles. How she longed to make them proud...

Charis’ head rose with a jolt, blood rushing back through her veins. Her numb limbs raised her shapely body from the field ground. She blinked the haze from her golden eyes until she could clearly make out the clouds speeding over her head. She pushed through stalks of sorghum that blocked her trail, shaking the small native bees from the blooms that perched on her poll. Breaking into a small clearing, her gaze landed on the mirror, carefully avoiding the small bushes of lavender as she grew closer. As she approached, the antiquity of the mirror became clearer. Small cracks laced the frame, and a sharp cut pierced through the top third of the glass, not quite reaching the other side. Rocks had fell around it, creating the illusion that it had begun to merge with the earth surrounding it. Seeing it, Charis’ heart flooded with a sense of security and a comforting warmth soothed her worrisome soul. Though not exactly an heirloom, many generations prior to her own often visited the mirror for short ponderings, and occasional extended contemplations.

The air fell cold with the setting sun, prompting Charis to continue forward. Taking a deep breath, the heifer moved towards the glass. She stared at her own reflection for a while, trying to find something to criticise, but failing with each attempt. She knew she was beautiful, and while she was grateful for her blessings, she silently resented the gift she was so graced. Though having the odd day where she feels her muzzle was too wide, or her brisket too long, she has little to no self-perception issues, but finds herself struggling to make herself available emotionally. Many others base their thoughts on Charis on pure face value, their opinions shallow and empty. As the sun starts to peer over, her eyes glow alight, glimmering gold. Her face shows no sign of her dull and depressing manner, and her silent pain grew as she pondered her thoughts to her own reflection.

The sun began to filter brightly through the overarching leaves, making the heifer flinch and tightly shut her eyes. She peered through her eyelashes in a squint as the sun fell out of sight, before her eyes widened in awe at the calf she saw in the other side of the mirror. She glanced around the small animal’s frame, yet her eyes kept snapping back to her large, fawnish eyes. They reflected her young heart - golden, full of love and glazed over by ignorant bliss. Her heart was filled with longing, yearning to overflow with innocence and youth again, and as she stare into the young calf’s eyes, memories began to pour into the forefront of her mind. She would play hide and seek, nestling under a patch of brambles, not remotely aware of the thorns breaking her fragile skin. Though the scars were long gone, Charis felt pain as if they never healed. She faintly smelled the honey-like scent of her mother on the wind, and she thought back to the mornings they’d dance around in the fields of overgrown, unkempt crops, legs entangled in the stalks and splashing in the mud. She looked past the calf to the sky, watching as the deep blue sky dripped over the orange sunset, drawing lines between the stars that gathered around the moon. Her father’s voice echoed in the back of her mind, pointing out alignments among the distant lights. She thought about her mother and father, their love, and how she longed for such a close bond. Charis’ first and only love was at her weanling stage, and she grew so attached to a handsome young bull calf. He’d bring her bundles of lavender, and met her at her fence at precisely 3. He would crawl under the wire so they could spend time in the far reaches of her paddock, speaking sweet nothings and watching the sky until the stars were well over their heads. Though far too young to grasp what love really was, it was Charis’ closest feeling to it, and she wished endlessly to one day feel it again.

She had not realised the tears tumbling down her cheek until the sun had completely disappeared, the night engulfing the sky in darkness. She quickly looked back at the mirror, but the reflection was gone. The air blew coldly over Charis’ spine, her lip quivering as the familiar feelings of hope began to drain from her body. She turned and looked up at the sky, composing herself. As she stare up at the sky, she felt a small burning sensation in the pit of her stomach, coaxing her to pursue her hopes of love. Using the starlight to guide her home, Charis set off with a new vigour in her step, picking lavender as she passes.

She’ll search endlessly until she finds the right one, no matter how long it takes, no matter where it takes her.
She just wants to make her parents... no.
She wants to make her younger self proud of who she grew to be -
a passionate heifer with a dream to find love.

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[artemis,]

res omg

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Mark

[maritime.]

username: D-Send
name: Adonia
what does she see in the mirror?: wip~
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[BadgerBuddies]

username: BadgerBuddies
name: Allure (meaning “the quality of being powerfully or mysteriously attractive or fascinating”)

what does she see in the mirror?:

Allure is a beautiful young heifer; a very mature and level headed individual. Though she is young, she speaks with the wisdom of an elder. Her friends always come to her for advice, especially about their relationships and crushes. Somehow, Allure always knows how to fix the problem or to get two Buttermilks together, like magic. This has earned her the nickname “the Goddess of Love”.

But no one ever considered that the Goddess of Love might need a little love herself.

On the outside, she was a happy and personable girl. On the inside, it was an entirely different story. Allure was always able to help her friends out with their romantic needs, but she never needed to help herself in the same way. She found there was a stunning lack of interest in her from the opposite sex, if you would consider lack of interest as no interest at all. She started to doubt herself, but soon, this doubt began manifesting itself as self hatred.

She was constantly questioning herself. ”What’s wrong with me?” she whispers softly to herself so no one else would hear as she combs over every feature of her body as she faced the demons in the mirror. Each time she did this, it ended the same, with tears and even more self doubt than before. Yet she kept returning to the mirror for more.

She winced as her hooves clutched onto her stomach, hot tears rolling down her cheeks. Her sorrow mixed with anger and she gritted her teeth, disgusted by her figure and the weight she had put on. The mirror showed an overweight, out of shape cow. Reality revealed a healthy and glowing individual who’s body would be envied by other cows.

Allure moved her hooves up to her face. She hated her pale eyes. They were dull compared to the other Buttermilks she knew. They looked so stupid with tears flowing out of them in the mirror. But outside of the mirror was a set of bright and beautiful eyes that shined with pure beauty. Her gaze captured hearts and melted them right on the spot.

Next was the nose. Allure moved her nostrils around a bit, worried that her nose looked crooked. It was not crooked, but her markings were asymmetrical. The mirror tricked her into thinking this was another imperfection of her body, but others admired the heifer’s striking pattern and the details within it.

Moving on to the ears and tail. The heifer adorns herself with such beautiful flowers in these places in an attempt to mask her perceived ugliness. A symbol of beauty to distract those who view upon her from her supposedly horrid looks. She fears that the switch on her tail doesn’t look quite right, as this is what the mirror has revealed to her. Same with her ears; the mirror planted the thought in her mind that one was bigger than the other. She felt the need to hide these insecurities, so she placed flowers over the “larger” ear to conceal it, as well as vine on her tail. The vines she dons on her front legs are a distraction, so that when asked, she doesn’t have to reveal the true purpose of her accessories. No one must know what the mirror tells her.

But the mirror feeds her lies.

While the mirror whispered lies into Allure’s ear, the truth said otherwise. The other Buttermilks would stand back, in awe of her beauty. Everyone was too nervous to confess their romantic interests in her because of this. No one felt worthy of her heart and devotion. Allure had misconstrued the situation within her own mind, wrecking her soul in a quest to become perfect, when in fact she already was.

extra: The song she loves and relates to most, Mirrors - Niall Horan

[Bayfire213]

username: klovesugar2
name: Leonora
what does she see in the mirror?:

In the mirror reflects the eyes of her mother and serene smile of her father, a whorl of hair in the same spot as her favored grandfather, and the same pastel fur of her now deceased grandmother. The grace of her mother's grandmother, a dancer in her youth, willowy and regal. She sees dancing silhouettes of her best friend's favorite flowers, whose sweet scent they both adore. She sees a legacy of little things which tie her to the bovines she loves so very much, small details she could never be ashamed of no matter what anyone else may say trying to break her down. There may be a gap between a couple of her teeth, and maybe they're a little long on the top, but that just gives her another tie to an uncle who used to bring her candied persimmons when she was little. Perhaps her switch is a bit unruly, like an abused paintbrush, but she remembers a kind aunt with a tail just like hers dipping it in henna, showing her how to create beautiful, spiraling designs, telling her it was okay to express herself, be herself, in whatever form and medium suited her best. While some might say her laughter is a bit loud, abrasive to the ear as it spills forth from her lips unbridled and free, just like that one cousin with impish eyes who always seemed to be getting into the most amusing of mischief.

How could she ever be upset with her so-called imperfections, when every one of them reminds her of the best memories with her favorite people? Her family, both blood related, and not? It's something she takes pride in, adding an edge of confidence to the posture of the heifer Leona sees in the mirror, the radiant glow of a woman who know herself, knows her faults, and embraces them wholeheartedly. Someone who accepts herself for who she is, and never tries to be anything she's not.

Yet it isn't all sunshine and daisies, and not every memory she finds in her reflection is a pleasant one. A patch of fur which grew back darker after a jealous heifer lashed out at Leona when her mate's gaze lingered a little too long. Another mark from a bull upset she seemed to think she was "too good for him", or at least that's what he believed. The sheen to her coat one heartbroken bull complimented her on, even as he tried to hide his tears from her soft, concerned gaze. Dainty hooves which once left a nasty bruise on a human calf when the child started her while she was drowsing. These are the things she sees, which drives her to do better, to try to learn from these encounters- how to better diffuse a situation, to deter unwanted suitors, to better be able to determine when a suitor could use a gentler refusal, to be mindful of her surroundings, and learn to pull her punches, as it were. Every mark a reminder, and every reminder one of a learning experience. The cow she sees in the mirror one whom is imperfect and flawed, keeping her humble, despite everything reminding her to keep her head held high, refusing to compromise who she is at the heart of it all. She is beautiful just the way she is, though she is young still, with plenty of room to grow- and that is what Lenora sees whenever her reflection finds her.

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[kolyakun]

username: kolyakun
name: Evangeline
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