[rockosaur]

Last one! Crys tears of happiness and sadness

A bad rumor has been spread about this girl!
Others are saying that seeing her is a bad omen!
For this comp tell me how she reacts to this/how this makes her feel? (dies she like the attention, it worries her, etc)

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Enddate: July 7

[Cactologist]

Username: Cactologist
Name: Zexa
Gender: Heifer
Prompt response: "Oh, yes, tell me, tell me! What's the worst you've heard? I'm demonic, so you say? Possessed... mmm... What else, give me something good! Oh, you've heard I've eaten a baby bird... well, I can't confirm or deny. So you say I've ransacked a campsite? Don't give me any ideas... Haunting dreams? I wish that were true... Stealing pets for the fun of it? I could make that happen... No rumors about being a ghost or stealing souls? Hmm, too bad. Don't give me that look! You know I'm only joking... that is, if you want me to be..."

[ZeroToInfinity]

Username: dino cat
Name: Elk
Gender: Heifer
Prompt response:
She knows that they are not 100% wrong and she enjoys the attention. Many other cows come close to her just to be "brave" in the eyes of others. She has had more friends than before because of this and they all seem to brag about being her friend. She can "protect" them from others, but again, she knows that they are not 100% wrong.

[DarkestWerewolf]

Username: DarkestWerewolf
Name: Absol
Gender: Heifer
Prompt response:
Absol was honestly heartbroken when she heard the rumour. When she first found out, it wasn’t even through a verbal exchange. Friends and family that she were close with started to distance themselves from her. She only found out when one called her out.
“Stop! Get away! You’re an omen! You only bring disasters with you!”
There were countless nights where Absol cried herself to sleep. She didn’t even know who spread the nasty rumour. Was it even true? Did she actually bring a bad omen?
However, she didn’t want to spend the rest of her days moping and sobbing alone. If this rumour was gonna stick to her, she might as well make use of it. Whenever she found people or animals doing something dangerous or could potentially be dangerous, she’d appear before them and give a low grumbling moo. That alone was enough to scare them away.
Maybe it isn’t as bad as she thought after all. It was nice to help those she encounter.

[paopu]

Username: paopu
Name: Holt
Gender: any pronouns are fine
Prompt response:
It's a wise thing to believe, little one. Whether good or bad a being as ancient as I am can't help but to be an Omen. It keeps people away from me and away from the woods that is a good thing. The woods are older than I and they are full of terrors and, while the Witch of the Wilds and I do our best, not all can be held at bay. There are Beasts from the beginning that prowl here. So, yes, if I happen to be considered a bad omen so be it. As long as my woods are left alone I see no reason to change that.

[Desmond]

Username: Desmond
Name: Phlá (Also nicknamed Morrigan)
Gender: Asexual/generally uses female pronouns
Prompt response:

Words hurt. Spoken from the mouths of the trusted, the loved, the wise, and revered, they are as damaging as blades to the heart and mind, and leave deep bruises in the soul which may never fully heal.

Morrigan was born during a solar eclipse; the darkening of the sun was declared a sign that the young calf was not of kind heart, and so she had to be raised in secret, away from the jeers and sharp whispers... though she was never truly fully sheltered from it all. It hurts her so much, to live in what is essentially social exile, and live without ever being able to open up to others, or even form a single, solitary, true friendship with someone other than the trees, the rocks... and the occasional wayward toad.

"You will see the end of us," they had cried.

"You will bring us only pain," they had chanted.

"You are the child of the black sun, and you will bring us black skies and ruin," they had declared.

It was a shame, then, that she only wanted to feel loved. Feel normal.

[hoshi!]

Username: zarki
Name: essentia
Gender: heifer
Prompt response:

“see me, hear me, feel me.
and you will never come back to your senses.”

one thing to know about essentia, she’s manipulative. often toxic, short-tempered, and cold-hearted, she’ll do whatever it takes to get her way, even if the cost is brutal for those on the receiving end.
the ‘rumors’ you’ve heard? some say that she has a real curse; to mind-control and manipulate one’s senses. others say that she simply was born with the ability to charm.
it is usually said that actions speak louder than words, but it’s the opposite in her case. her words were sweet, patient and loving, but her actions were enough to freeze you from the inside and burn you from out.
but even after that, some part of you still loves her for some eerie, chilling reason.

it’s common belief that she is a monster: a lost soul that drifted into an innocent body, waiting to strike at every moment. they say that she enjoys doing her little tricks.

at least, that was what they all thought she was.

because deep down inside, esse had wanted nothing more than to be normal.
she yearned for a friend; a pure hearted kin to guide her along the right path.
she had silly, petty little dreams as a kid, to be rich and famous and beautiful.
but from the moment her horns sprouted, those monstrous, towering things,
her good times and happy moments faded from existence, leaving nothing more than vague outlines.

for it was envisioned that one among society would sprout horns as tall as tree branches, however five times stronger than the simple wooden logs.

that individual were to be an omen.

eventually, among the many, many lonely months when she lived companionless, she changed. innocence had no room in her heart, which turned cold from anger and sorrow.

her soul could only hold so much pain, and there was no turning back.
that was the last night before she swore for revenge.
revenge on society, revenge on those who put her in the forest she apparently “had” to stay in.
maybe she would make those dreams come true, after all.
she’d just have to make them real a different way.
a more cruel way, yes, but she’d win nonetheless.

many more years passed by as she practiced the art of manipulation. she could make others do what she wanted. she could make them love her more than they loved their own selves if she made them. she'd often cover her horns when interacting with others, to ensure that none of that silly 'omen' fuss was revived.

but the omen prophecy, perhaps, wasn’t lying. perhaps this was what the prophet had really seen. not a curse, but all the horrible things that esse was planning to do.

the prophet did lack one thing, however. ironically, he ceased to see that he was the one who would bring this monster to life.

life is surprising.

essentia - latin for “spirit” or “being”

[PinkAngel]

Username: PinkAngel
Name: Adelaide
Gender: Heifer
Prompt response:

Adelaide was always one to avoid conforming your society and their expectations. Society is what sets social norms and what is accepted. Having a rumor spread about them only proves how society is quick to snuff out those who push against the current rather than follow along with it. The attention does not sadden her not does she enjoy the attention, but to let others affect her will only drag her down like those who conform to societies standards want.

[rockosaur]

Username: Desmond
Name: Phlá (Also nicknamed Morrigan)
Gender: Asexual/generally uses female pronouns
Prompt response:

Words hurt. Spoken from the mouths of the trusted, the loved, the wise, and revered, they are as damaging as blades to the heart and mind, and leave deep bruises in the soul which may never fully heal.

Morrigan was born during a solar eclipse; the darkening of the sun was declared a sign that the young calf was not of kind heart, and so she had to be raised in secret, away from the jeers and sharp whispers... though she was never truly fully sheltered from it all. It hurts her so much, to live in what is essentially social exile, and live without ever being able to open up to others, or even form a single, solitary, true friendship with someone other than the trees, the rocks... and the occasional wayward toad.

"You will see the end of us," they had cried.

"You will bring us only pain," they had chanted.

"You are the child of the black sun, and you will bring us black skies and ruin," they had declared.

It was a shame, then, that she only wanted to feel loved. Feel normal.

WInner! Wow I just adored that first sentence so very much!!<33

[Desmond]

Thank you so much! ;u;