[Ravendarus]

Day 4
Username: Ravendarus
Cow: Zebra
Prompt: Zebra blinked surprised, "Greatest enemy?" She asked gently, "I don't have any enemies." She said softly, "At least that is what I think." She said. "I couldn't imagine having an enemy, I love everyone and I hope they wouldn't... what if I have one but I don't even realize it?!" Zebra gasped. "Is that being mean to them or... I don't know." She said gently. "Oh wait! I am not sure I would consider him a greatest enemy or not, but there is a dog around this house near town. Every time I pass by he barks angrily and it makes me scream and jumped. Normally I love dogs but he is so big and scary..." Zebra admitted, "It's not really an enemy but I know he really doesn't like me for some reason, I can't tell you why or what I have done to make him so angry with me and truth be told I am afraid to go anywhere near that house. Sometimes I forget see... then I anger the dog again somehow and he scares me!" She said, "While I don't consider myself his enemy, he might consider me his... I suppose that is the closest thing I can name. I hope that makes sense and is okay. I am sorry if it isn't." She said gently.

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[Yodel]

Day 4
Username: Yodel
Cow: Chelsea
Prompt:

On the surface, the closest thing to an enemy Chelsea has would be the list of cows she rather strongly dislikes. Each one with traits ranging from high energy and bouncy to cowardly and fearful, to overly-kind and friendly. But this doesn't really affect her much, she really just decides to avoid them.

But when you begin to dig a little deeper is when you start to find her true demons. Her biggest enemy is probably her own attitude. Chelsea has an attitude that knows no reins. Chelsea doesn't have any control over it, and because of this, she has found herself without any friends.

Every once in a while, Chelsea begins to spiral, thinking about just how lonely she gets. Anyone she meets is either disliked or only known on a surface level. The heifer lacks the understanding and patience it usually takes to get to know a fellow cow.

Interactions usually end with a rolling of the eyes, a snort, and sometimes some yelling. She really wishes it wasn't this way, but alas, that's just how it is. She has made many attempts in the past to meet and get to know other heifers, but she has yet to meet one that doesn't trigger her explosive anger.

Because of this, Chelsea tends to be quite lonely and tries to offset this by attending and throwing wild parties.

(229 words)

[yeena]

Day 4
Username: ceance

Cow: Percival
Prompt: Percival was a very docile individual. He didn't make enemies or hold grudges like other people and wouldn't be able to bring himself to hold any sort of resentment to other people for long periods of time, even if they did wrong him in some way. That is why his enemy had to be within. His biggest foe was himself with his terrible anxiety. The anxiety that tightened his throat every time someone friendly looked at him, the anxiety that forced him to decline going to parties or other social gatherings with his friends. The anxiety that kept him from living normally.
He had tried multiple methods to calming his anxiety at least; stress balls, meditation, trying to introduce himself to larger social situations slowly. Nothing seemed to be working. He still kept at trying, but it seemed like anxiety was destined to stay on his shoulders, stressing him and sending him reeling for his lifetime to come. As much as he hated being so anxious as well, he realized that it was another part of himself that he was forced to live with. He couldn't necessarily control himself like that and it wouldn't be fair to himself to ever think he could take control of himself like that.
As a result of his anxiety, he's able to be a lot more aware of himself. He already pays close attention to his actions with anxiety as is, but trying to change for the better has only helped him hone in on his own abilities to read himself. [257W]

[lucas tazmily]

Day 4
Username: Pufferheart
Cow: Beth
Prompt:

"I haven't done to many things in my life, let alone something that would grant me enemies. If I was someone more important, I would probably have a whole lot of those enemies because of my fiery temper.

"I believe that the world itself is my biggest enemy. I feel that it is constantly out to get me. I also feel that I am a very unlucky Buttermilk, way more than just a regular Buttermilk. Since I'm constantly on the move, some times I wish I could just relax.

"Being against the world has strengthened me quite a bit though. It's not too terrible. I know how to survive without the luxuries that many other Buttermilks have. And I once met a Buttermilk who could be downright nasty.

"Indeed, I would choose to be against the world instead of another Buttermilk. The world doesn't really mean to be an enemy. A Buttermilk who wants to be can choose to be an enemy.

"I consider myself very lucky. Many other Buttermilks have a lot of enemies, while I on first glance seem to have none. In fact, the world isn't even my enemy all the time. Sometimes it is my friend. But that really just depends on what kind of day it is."

[212 words]

[paopu]

Day 4
Username: paopu
Cow: Caspian
Prompt:
Who or what is your Buttermilk’s biggest enemy? (Optional Addition: How has this person or thing strengthened or weakened them?)

Caspian would love nothing more to find a worthy adversary. She dreams of an intense rivalry with perhaps a touch of flirting on the side. Of her and her pirate nemesis, duking it out over the best treasure spots and always trying to one up each other's ships. Of eventually realizing they truly had more in common than they did differently and coming together against some unknown but certainly dangerous adversary of all. The main bad guy vs her and her foe turned friend. She wants that rivals to lovers, 50k slow burn life, please and thank you. Wants being the key word here.

At the moment, she's got nothing quite so dramatic. In fact, at best, she has a minor inconvenience. And that thing is money. Unfortunately money makes the world go round, which means she needs it to survive and, more importantly, to one day buy a boat. You can't be a pirate without a ship and you can't buy a ship without lots of money. Or thievery. But, well, that seemed a bit like starting off her pirate journey on the wrong hoof. Yeah, yeah, sure, pirates steal things, but well, the only people on the island with boats at all worthy of piracy are people she'd rather avoid pissing off. So, yeah, that leaves money, of which she has very little.
225 words

[Black.Wings]

Day 4
Username: Black.Wings
Cow: Ghostly

Prompt: 239 Words

Ghostly was kicking up her heels at the Hootenanny tonight to take off the stress of the day. Chasing ducks it quite exhausting. The music was pumping the hooves were dancing and just having a good old time. When all of a sudden. "Ophm!" Ghostly tripped on her own foot and hit the ground with a thunderous thud. She quickly got to her feet and brushed herself off. Everyone around her paused and walked over. She heard many, "Are you okays?" She was quite embarrassed but managed to answer everyone at once. "Hey yall its no worry! Get on back to dancin!" They all seemed content with her answer and went on their ways. Ghostly went to sit at the bar to relax for a second. "Why am I like this? Why did I talk like that?" She started to talk to herself. All her life it seemed the only enemy she ever had was, herself. She was a very kind soul, didn't want to hurt anyone. She lifted others up when they were down, but couldn't seem to do it for herself. Definitely an unhealthy coping mechanism. Lifting others up makes her feel so much better, but not about herself. She feels almost obligated to help others because they need it. In her eyes shes weak. But helping others makes her feel strong. She is her own worst enemy and in the end, she probably always will be.

[Andromeda]

Day 4
Username: Bluebird-
Cow: Nanna
Prompt: Nanna could think of only one major enemy in her quaint, perfect, island paradise type lifestyle. It was a myth, a legendary creature that haunted the dreams of bovine all across the island. The chupacabra. She had heard from others different descriptions of the creature, but she had always imagined it as a hairless dog with a flat face and long teeth. The legend had been brought over by cows from other islands when they were re-homed, and the fear had quickly spread. Nanna feared for her own life, as well as her family's and neighbors. The stories had told of the beast coming out only at night, while everyone was asleep, to hunt for its dinner. Legend told that the chupacabra would drain the blood from livestock and leave as quickly and silently as it had come. It sent chills through the heifer's entire body.

She vowed to herself that she would learn to sleep light so she could protect her family at all costs. The others in her herd thought her superstitious and silly, bought she had always been susceptible to scary stories; it was her overactive imagination, really. She hated the thing, even the mention of it, and loathed the day the legend of the "goat-sucker" had arrived on her island. (214)

[BiscuitTheDog]

Day 4
Username: BiscuitTheDog
Cow: Carmie
Prompt:
"My biggest enemy?" Carmie asked.
"W-well, I think it was the human who owned the factory farm I used to live on. But since I will probably never cross paths with that monster ever again, I believe my enemy, or enemies, in this case, is my former friends.
They are quite cruel. They like to play "harmless" jokes on other cows even though they likely know full well that it is dangerous. I'd give them a piece of my mind if I wasn't so shy, but alas."
Carmie sighed, shuffling her hooves in the ground.
"I don't really know why they became so toxic. I remember one night when we were still good friends, when we were playing in the field on Hidden Stars Ranch. It was night, and we were chasing around fireflies in the dark. It was wonderful.
I also remember a time when me and them tried swimming. Even when one of us almost sunk, the others grabbed them and lifted them out. We used to be such a good gang."
Carmie bent down and picked up a twig.
"And then they became toxic."
Carmie gripped the branch tight, and it snapped under her hoof.
"The leader of our little friend group, a grey heifer, started talking bad about some of the other cows on the ranch behind their backs. The other two cows, a dull pink and a blond one, followed suit. I didn't follow, as I thought it was insensitive and rude. I told her, the grey heifer, and she told me that she didn't care.
That had never happened before. Even the blond and pink heifers had been shocked. It was a tense night. All of our stables are relatively close together, we're technically neighbors. None of us looked at each other.
That was the start.
It spiraled downwards from there. I'm honestly glad I didn't succumb to their toxicity."
Carmie stared at the broken twig pieces on the ground.
"So yeah, if you were to ask me who my enemy is, I'd say them."
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[honeybunchesofoats]

Day 4
Username: honeybunchesofoats
Cow: Alberon
Prompt:

Alberon has always been her own worst enemy. Nothing has stopped her from achieving her goals more than she has. In reality, if Alberon could have stopped being so down on herself and cease her overthinking, she probably could have moved on much sooner. But instead, her life was riddled with the anxiety that she only perpetuated further by antagonizing her own thoughts.

She ridiculed and scrutinized every small thing about herself to the point that she didn't even want to be inside her own head anymore. There was a period of time that she just, went mute because she couldn't overpower the voice telling her she would never amount to anything more. It was discouraging and for the longest time, Alberon gave in and listened. She really started to believe all these negative thoughts and it took such a toll on her. She was so...tired.

However, after years of listening to the unending criticism, one morning she woke up and decided that she had had enough. From that point on she did everything she could to drive all the negative thoughts from her head. She meditated every morning and sat with her mind, trying to train herself to talk back, make herself believe the exact opposite. It was one of the hardest things that she had ever done. But eventually, she began to open back up to herself. She would speak to the others living on the farm from time to time, even though it was usually just a small hello. She would daydream about leaving and starting a life that she could be proud of.

What used to make her feel so weak and unwanted was turning into something powerful...something that would change her for the better. (289)

[Knickknacks]

Day 4
Username: Knickknacks
Cow: Phoebe
Prompt:

Having spent much of her life on a small, rather secluded farm, Phoebe hasn't had much opportunity to meet many individuals she dislikes. So her greatest enemy couldn't actually be another cow.

Phoebe's greatest enemy would probably have to be her own nature- her tendency to brush things off. When things get tough, or when she's faced with something unpleasant, it's easy for Phoebe to sink into feigned indifference, wrapping herself in a sense of numbness to shield her from words she might not want to hear or things she might not want to deal with. Though knowing when to step back or block something out is a good thing to be able to discern, Phoebe knows her behavior isn't just that- it doesn't lead to her solely avoiding negative circumstances, but also from facing problems head on. In this way, she truly is her own enemy, avoiding even constructive criticism that she doesn't want to hear, or refusing to acknowledge a problem until it's almost too big for her to handle. Phoebe strives to overcome this enemy, this tendency in herself, and is slowly learning to face things head on rather than shrinking away from them.

Progress is slow, but Phoebe is working hard to overcome this 'enemy' and grow from it, bit by bit.

[216 words]