[DarkestWerewolf]

“I’d like to help harvest!”
Username: DarkestWerewolf
Buttermilk: Aria

“I’d like to help harvest some more!”
Username: DarkestWerewolf
Buttermilk: Aria
Word Count: 447
Prompt:

Aria was grateful that her life had been pretty peaceful. She was loved by her herd, they’re in the safety of a fenced area at night to keep the predators out. Even when winter blows, they still had food and didn’t need to travel great distances just for enough grass for each member to get by.
Aria could safely say, life as a semi-wild herd is one of the best part of her life. Everyone was thriving. However, it wasn’t always this way. The first few years of her life as part of a wild herd had its difficulties. Food was scarce when it became cold. There was one distinct winter that Aria could remember. It was so harsh that Aria felt that should they not find food that day, the herd might’ve experienced their first death.

The snow battered at them, causing their movements to already be slow and stiff, add that to their starvation and it was definitely a recipe for death. No sane creature would be out in a snowstorm like that but the herd hadn’t eaten for quite some time and they were starving. Getting to their usual winter grazing spot wasn’t as challenging of an ordeal but they had to make a detour higher up the mountains when they were stalked by wolves. That detour spelled disaster. As they climbed higher, snow started falling heavier. They quickly realised their mistake and started heading down the mountain but it was a painfully slow process. Each step felt like it took all the energy left in their bodies. Aria was exhausted and cold. However, the herd was determined and kept pushing. They trudged along the snow, step by step, making sure that every herd member was accounted for. They started to realise the snow was slowly getting lighter, a sign they were in the right direction. An hour or so flew by and the herd finally stepped onto solid ground - no longer on snow. Relief came flooding over but it was short-lived. They were all still hungry and needed to make it to their destination. It was still another hour’s walk away but at least the herd no longer need to brave the snow.

They made their way towards the grazing spot, slightly energised from braving the storm. Soon, they finally arrived at the grazing spot. It still looked pathetic compared to what they usually graze on during other seasons but they weren’t complaining. They immediately started grazing. Though it wasn’t filling, it was enough to get by and live to fight another day. Since then, Aria grew to be someone who continued to push and be determined, letting nothing stop her way.

[Guest]

“I’d like to help harvest!”
Username: roheil
Buttermilk: plover

[mtuan,]

“I’d like to help harvest!”
Username: mtuan,
Buttermilk: Abby

[Ravendarus]

“I’d like to help harvest!”
Username: Ravendarus
Buttermilk: Lydia

“I’d like to help harvest some more!”
Username: Ravendarus
Buttermilk: Lydia
Word Count:
Prompt: Lydia blinked a bit surprised as she thought about it, "An adversity that I have faced? How did I deal with it?" She asked, "That's a bit personal don't you think?" She asked with a soft snort, "Honestly, digging around a girls past. It's like you are trying to be my friend or something?" She asked before she huffed and slowly nodded her head. "Alright... I guess it can't hurt to much." She said, "I suppose anyways." She mumbled lightly. "Okay." She said gently before she nodded her head, "As it stands, one memorable one was with a friend of mine. Her name is Magpie..." She mumbled. "See we met under... not great circumstances. I was in the market getting some goods when suddenly my bag felt lighter. I turned around to find a heifer running away with one of my new bells. I was furious! I chased her down but she ended up disappearing. I was so mad." She said.

"I decided if I ever saw her again I would give her a piece of mine." She said, "That is exactly what happened, I saw her the next day at the market trying to steal from someone else. I ended up so mad and punched her." Lydia said, "Not my finest moment I admit." She said, "It was a very difficult time for me." She said gently. "Especially since i had never lost my temper as much as I did that day. Of course I wasn't prepared for her response, she punched me back and I remember stumbling for a moment before I jumped onto her and struck again. We ended up fighting so much that the police was called, next thing we know we were both running away from a few angry bulls." Lydia chuckled, "In the end I guess after working it out and talking about it we came to an agreement, so I was angry." She said, "But in the end I got all my stuff back and she apologized about taking it. Somehow we became friends I guess." She said. "Not really like close friends but every now and then we meet up and and just chat." She said.

Lydia shook her head, "So I would say I handled it pretty well in the end." She said, "It wasn't like, a huge adversity but for me it was hard." She said, "I've lived a pretty normal and relatively peaceful life so when someone stole something from me it was harder to handle then I thought it would be. The first time I saw her I was furious that she got away, I had never felt such a strange anger in my heart before." She said. For me that was something I needed to get over." She said, "But I didn't know how and I guess it just stirred up inside of me until I met her again, however in doing so I learned so much from her and now we are friends... who would have thought." She huffed gently.

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[yeena]

“I’d like to help harvest!”
Username: ceance
Buttermilk: Wulfe


“I’d like to help harvest some more!”
Username: ceance
Buttermilk: Wulfe
Word Count: 545
Prompt: Wulfe was terrified, watching his mother collapse and his father desperately running to her side, stumbling on his way over. The dishes he had been carrying were crashing against the floor, his mother's good plates shattering like ice across the tiles. The ambulance came relatively quickly and took his mother away, his father pacing anxiously around the house while Wulfe watched on. He wasn't sure what to say or do to comfort his father; there wasn't anything that he could do, as their young son. His father projected his anger onto him during the quiet week that followed. Legally, his father couldn't leave him to fend for himself in the house alone so he was forced to calling his wife every day to check on her, as opposed to seeing her in person.

He took the insults and berating comments dutifully. He did the dishes and while he couldn't cook for his father, he helped make sure that his father did eat. It was only for a week before his father collapsed as well, grappling through the air in front of him. Wulfe felt his eyes go wide and while he wanted to panic, to cry, to scream, he picked up the home phone and calmly called the the only number he did know. They came with their flashing lights and loud sirens, whisking his father away into an ambulance and escorting him to one of their own vehicles. They couldn't leave him alone at the house.

Wulfe spent his time at the hospital, sitting outside of his parent's room. While most children would have been bored with the idea, he sat blankly staring at the wall. He knew what was coming, especially when the nurses would look between themselves and calmly suggest that he go do something besides see his parents. They hid the truth from him for as long as they could, using soft voices and sweet looks to try and distract him from the inevitable. He knew what had happened when they solemnly took him to an unused room, out of the way of the other patients. He was expecting them to explain that his parents had passed away in their sleep, peacefully next to each other.

As tragic as the story went, Wulfe only hummed and looked down at his old sneakers. He didn't have anything to say, nothing to do. His parents had both been extremely proud individuals, with his father emphasizing masculinity onto him. Wulfe had been conditioned to avoid crying, at every cost. The nurses stared at him in disbelief when he simply sniffled and looked up at them with his blank blue eyes, no emotions being revealed in his hard pupils. He apologized for his own loss and questioned them about his future, their funeral. That caught them off guard. They stumbled over their words and, once they realized that they couldn't give him a solid answer, they explained that the law officials would be talking to him about that.

More information was eventually given to Wulfe about the cause of illness. He avoided interaction. He kept distant from his foster parents, all the way up until he was able to leave the fostering system as a legal adult. Since then, his life has only carried on.

[Queen Vivane]

“I’d like to help harvest!”
Username: Queen Vivane
Buttermilk: Magpie

[Knickknacks]

“I’d like to help harvest!”
Username: Knickknacks
Buttermilk: Thalia

“I’d like to help harvest some more!”
Username: Knickknacks
Buttermilk: Thalia
Word Count: 308
Prompt:

"Don't panic, Thalia! I'll go for help!"

Quince's voice came as though from a long way off, even though she was standing right next to Thalia. Thalia took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to gulp back the tears that were springing to her eyes and calm her frantic heartbeat.

Stay calm, she told herself. Everything will be fine.

She tried to believe it. But her mind kept spiraling out, imagining the worst possibilities- that Quince would get lost on the way back to the barn, or meet with trouble herself, and nobody would know that Thalia was out here, trapped under a fallen tree. She couldn't get it to shift, and Quince hadn't been able to either- so though she disliked it, Thalia knew Quince had no choice but to leave her and retrieve one of the adults in the hopes that they'd be able to free her.

This was not what Thalia had pictured when she had agreed to go out for a walk with her sister.

Drawing back and thinking about the situation seemed to help- Thalia's heart seemed to calm as she considered these options, thinking on anything but how her back half was trapped beneath the tree, how one of her legs was starting to pulse with pain-

-And despite all her logic and reasoning, Thalia was still a scared child. She tried her best to face this misfortune bravely, but tears had started to slide down her face anyways by the time Quince arrived, with Beverly and Delphi in tow.

Once she was bandaged up and tucked safely in bed, Thalia let the tears come in earnest- pouring out the fear she'd been stamping down on, as well as her relief and gratitude because her family had come for her. Now an adult, Thalia still looks to her family for support through adversity.

[TheEternalPlague]

“I’d like to help harvest!”
Username: TheEternalPlague
Buttermilk: Cassiopeia

[sprig]

“I’d like to help harvest!”
Username: sprig
Buttermilk: Charlotte

“I’d like to help harvest some more!”
Username: sprig
Buttermilk: Charlotte
Word Count: 251
Prompt:
Charlotte could feel her eyes welling with tears, she was coming to the end of being able to hold them back. "There's nothing we can do about it now, so there's no use in crying." A stern voice echoed in the hallway from behind her. "You need to leave, it's time."

Change was never something that Charlotte could deal with very easily. Even small changes, things that would normally just be a brush by with anyone else, messed with her head. As a child, Charlotte was abandoned by her mother on the doorstep of a farm. Since then she had be tossed around from place to place, never really being able to settle in. This time it was no different, it was time for her to move on.
"You'd think after so many years of moving and being told I'm no longer wanted wouldn't effect me as much," Charlotte buttoned up her long trench coat which was quite baggy on her slender body. It was a hand-me-down from one of the other farms she had lived at, one of her very few personal possessions. "But it never gets any easier."

Because of her movement filled life, Charlotte has developed a barricade around herself that in her mind, deters stress and has helped her to cope with the sudden loss of balance. In all truth, though, it has often proven to be more harm than good. Nevertheless she is determined to stand up strong and not let other see her break down.

[BiscuitTheDog]

“I’d like to help harvest!”
Username: BiscuitTheDog
Buttermilk: Carmie

“I’d like to help harvest some more!”
Username: BiscuitTheDog
Buttermilk: Carmie
Word Count: 476 words :eyes:
Prompt:
Ohhh yeah, Carmie remembers a time where she faced adversity.
When her mother died.
Carmie had been absolutely destroyed when her father died when she was no more than a week-old calf. So imagine how hard the death of her mother, who had stayed with her for much longer, hit her.
Weeks without food. Days without water. She never slept, she couldn't. Unlike her father, Carmie's mother had died of rather natural causes. A hard cold that impacted many of Carmier's former herd. Carmie's mother was the only cow who died.
"It isn't fair!!" Carmie had wailed, bent over the grave of her mother. "Why? Why was it only her??"
That was how her days went from then on for quite a while. She'd constantly murmur to herself how it wasn't fair, how it shouldn't have happened, and why it was only her.
She was destroyed. The pain was intolerable. She'd grown skinny from weeks of not eating, her ribs showing through her fur. Her lips were cracked from not drinking water for multiple days. Her eyes were heavy and everything was blurry to her since she barely slept. Even when she did, it was only for 30 minutes or so, as a nightmare more scarier than the image of Carmie's parent's deaths always awoke her.
She was in this state for 6 months. 6 months with barely any water, even less food, and even less sleep. Carmie looked like death. Smelled like it too. The thought of death was engraved in her brain.
Don't eat, sleep, or drink anything, child. You'll die, and you'll meet them, and you will be happy again. I promise.
Carmie wanted it. She wanted to see them so bad. One more look-
By this time Carmie had been on Hidden Stars Ranch for quite a bit. The owner of the ranch had seen her conditions and coaxed her to try to eat or drink. It never worked. Finally, the human set up a meeting with a therapist that Carmie had to attend.
She did, but only because she didn't actually know where she was going. That's how muddy her head had become.
She's better now. She's getting there. The therapist prescribed medicine and asked so many questions about why she'd ended up like this and what she could do to make it better.
Now, Carmie's ribs aren't showing anymore. Her yellow eyes are alive and one of her favorite things to do is to drink water. She plays with the animals on the barn and with other cows. She sleeps fully and calmly again, and best of all, she isn't on meds anymore.
Carmie has certainly come a long way. It was stressful, and painful, and difficult, but she's here. Alive and well. She knows she'll see her parents again one day, but she has to live her life first.