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little peach ring/deer baby????

idk. Lol. But I like the kid <3

To get this babe, draw or write about a difficult time they've overcome.

username: Venatici
name: Arthas
gender: Heifer [he/him]



Ends July 4th, 14:30 PST

[Venatici]

username:

Venatici

name:

Arthas

gender:

Heifer [he/him]

collar/bell color:

your choice <3

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prompt:

The Kings Speech.

Arthas always seemed particularly... gifted, as a child. An aspiring prodigy for sure, though many were quite uncertain about the future of the child who shined so bright that most became dwarfed in comparison.

How does one stand up against a force much greater than oneself?

The most difficult event Arthas learned to overcome was coming to terms with active happiness. Not the happiness of the world or their friends, but... coming to terms that their happiness is created by themselves. Sitting on the sidelines, indecisive, will never accomplish anything... the "neutrality" of an indecision does nothing but harm.

Growing up, most quickly learned to avoid Arthas. "The Kings Speech", they called it, and "The Kings Speaker" is what they called him. Most of his life Arthas lost his namesake, his name never spoken - only written. Tests, medical records... those became the only places Arthas was himself. It was only when Arthas moved that the power of his speech became more prominent.

"If he's as bad as they say, then I guess I'm cursed"

How does a single man's speech dictate his happiness? Well, to say it simply, Arthas was rather persuasive with his words. Coming off as genuine, like an old friend... most believed him immediately, regardless of how gullible they were. They took his word as gospel, and felt compelled to listen to his directive. When Arthas lost his title as The Kings Speaker, however, this skill became incredibly powerful and magnified any effect it had previously. It allowed him access to places he should not be, free items whenever he would like... it gave him the friends he never had as a child. When the whole world feels like it is under your thumb, most may take control. While Arthas had no sort of divine intervention or legitimate power, this ease always settling around him offered many avenues... none of which he took. Seeing how much of a mess his life used to be as a child, based off of the inherent bliss of those not knowing his skill...

The hardest thing Arthas had to overcome was something that could not be told. The best wisdom is that of which you must learn on your own, as no one else can give you the order. However, when Arthas failed to even make simple decisions out of fear for impacting the world, it impeded him... made him incredibly unhappy. He wallowed, depressed most of the time, resulting to not speaking to most.

"Knowing that someone will always remember your irises and where you hid your love letters and why you could never speak in anything but short sentences"

A politicians dream, but a living nightmare to Arthas. It led to multiple stressors and an otherwise miserable life. Typically at this level of power, unhappiness would come from the lack of gratitude or effort into the possessions one had, but Arthas... well, Arthas created his own misery by choosing to not choose. The buttermilk refused to make choices. It landed him in a poor headspace, leading to him conjuring up realities in his head to escape the one he was currently in.

Arthas was so convincing he convinced himself that he did not deserve the life he had. While Arthas never used his skill for anything malicious, he felt wrong that it was him who had this talent. He felt good when he did something successfully, when he did something for himself, when he asked for a favor or spoke with someone over treating others with respect.

"We valorize the idea of sacrifice, of loss, of suffering... we internalize this idea that being happy is a selfish act, but sacrifice doesn't mean anything"

The crux was mirrors... windows... puddles... anything remotely with a reflection. Looking at himself felt like a sin, so most of the time Arthas covered his eyes and put up his hood. His own skill turned on its head, listening to his mirror-self chastise him with the same skillful tenacity the real Arthas had. However, one phrase hit him. It stuck with him in his head... this otherwise terror on the other side reckoning in his brain.

You must create your own happiness. It is not selfish when you feel good using your powers to help others. Imagine there is no God to compel people to move in kindness... you would still act out of your inner sense of morality... giving your kindness to others because it feels right.

The nights typically ended in fitful bouts of sleep. However, sitting on the bed it dawned on him that his skill being used for good was something only a select few could do... and that Arthas was in a position to be one of those people. Wallowing in his own self pity, scared about changing the life of others... not considering that he could be changing someone's life for the better. Standing by inactively, stalling like a broken car, did nothing but hinder himself and those around him.

His own happiness could not be achieved until he came to terms with the fact that in order to have happiness, he must actively take steps towards achieving it. Sure, happiness cannot be bought or given, but it is something innately beckoning for assistance. One has to search out the good things, and reminisce on those moments of relief. Taking a vacation is relieves more stress than paying off a house: it is the memories you actively create with others that matter. Choosing to dwell on the past, or refusing to change or take a chance inhibits that.

It is the memories you actively create that matter.

It is the memories you choose that matter.

It is the choices you make.

Happiness is something you must actively take choice in.

You are in charge of your own happiness.

Learning that was the most difficult decision Arthas ever had to make. See you on the other side.

[honeybunchesofoats]

i,,,,, i cant im big boy marking this,,,

[StrawberryBunny]

marking <3

[Cactologist]

username: Cactologist
name: Fresca
gender: Heifer
collar/bell color: Collar to match eyes, bell can just be silver!
prompt:
"Are you Fresca? I'm sorry, but there was a collision with a car and your parents and sister didn't make it..."

The same line, repeating endlessly in Fresca's mind every moment of every day. She could still see the officer's emotionless face in her mind, hear his monotone voice, and feel her world caving in. The moments that followed, though, were gone. She didn't remember packing to leave the only home she had ever known or how she arrived at the dreary orphanage. She definitely didn't remember telling the officer that they were the only family that had still been around, or if she had been told how he had even found her home. Numbness was all she knew for days on end. She had no plans for the future, in which she only saw more pain.

Why do I even try? No one cares about me...

Fresca's days were an endless cycle of painful memories and equally torturous dreams. She closed herself off from the world. She was dangerously depressed and delirious, and no one in the orphanage could console her. She didn't sleep, didn't eat, didn't bath, didn't speak, and didn't even cry. For weeks at a time she wouldn't open her shades or even leave her bed. She was past the brink of madness.

There is nothing here for me... If I died at least I could see my family in the afterlife...

It all changed, though, when a roommate took up occupation in the other bed in her room. Despite also being recently orphaned, Peter was a lively, animated fellow. Fresca couldn't understand his motives, and she avoided him the best she could. When they were forced to interact, she treated him like an animal of another species. He was strange and alien, an unwelcome light in her gloom. But, despite her efforts, she just couldn't be upset around him. Somehow his enthusiasm was contagious, and it was addicting. The more Peter was around her the more she wanted to be around him. For the first time in a long time she was feeling something other than pain. She felt like she could lay any of her agony on him, and he would cast it away and replace it with something bright and cheerful. As time passed, they became closer and soon Fresca even considered him a friend.

"What if we ran away?"

It was only a late night pondering, and Fresca wasn't even sure if Peter was awake to hear it. The thought had been manifesting in the back of her mind for much longer than she had even known, but when it slipped out of her mouth she was instantly sold on the idea. As soon as she was about to give up on a response from him, though, he whispered a reply.

"Let's do it,"

The next night they sneaked out and never looked back, even before they had a plan in their minds or supplies in their packs. Fresca knew, though, that together they could get through anything. They followed a set of train tracks into the forest, and continued roughly east towards the ocean. They walked all day and into the next night until they decided they were far enough away so no authorities could find them. The adventurous and rebellious nature of it all fueled her. The wind was frigid and the ground was hard, but Fresca slept better than she had since the accident. The next morning, though, was a completely different scene. Snow covered the ground, and there wasn't a sound to be heard other than her own breathing. But something was off, something was missing...

"Peter? Peter!"

But he was gone without a trace. No tracks in the snow, or arrow crafted from branches. It was like he had never even existed, like she had imagined his existence all along. Her heart was ripped from her chest once again, but this time instead of numbness, she was filled with fear, hurt, and confusion. It was winter, and she was lost somewhere in the middle of a forest with no supplies. She knew death would come for her, but this time she wasn't ready for it. She didn't want to die alone and unknown. She wanted to be heard, to be loved, to laugh and smile, to feel. She wasn't ready to go.

I want to live...

The moment the revelation came into her mind, it was like the floodgates that had been closed with a thousand locks had been opened, and she cried. The sobs brought her to her knees in the cold snow and shook her body. A cry rumbled out of her, and she screamed at the sky, the trees, the snow, anything, letting out all of her frustrations, fear, and pain. When she was finished, she fell to the ground in silence, both defeated and accomplished.

"Hello? Is someone out there?"

A voice, cutting through the forest. Sharp, clear, and coming towards her. In moments a figure appeared above her: a friendly face and a hoof outstretched to help her up. Even in this world of confusion, Fresca's mind was cleared, and she knew she could trust this cow. She finally knew what to do, where to go, and what her future had in store for her.

"Can I help you?"
"Yes,"

[fleurs]

username: lil.
name: Cranberry
gender: Heifer
collar/bell color: Pale red with a white bell
prompt:
In a world where the Friendmaster decides if your friendship should strive or fail.

Aphroditexxxxxx"What do you two want to do?"
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx "We are going to fly to the moon together!"
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx "Well that is quit ambitious."
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx "She's my best friend, I would do anything for her."
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx FRIENDSHIP FAILED

Penelopexxxxxx"How do you show that you care for each other?"
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx "We help each other out no matter what circumstances."
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx "What if she did something terrible?"
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx "She's my best friend, I wouldn't let her down."
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx FRIENDSHIP FAILED

Ramenxxxxxx"This is your last friendship, how do you wish to spend time?"
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx "I've never had a real friend, she has been here for me the longest."
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx "That she has, yet what do you plan to accomplish with her?"
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx "She's my best friend, I want to do everything possible with her."
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx FRIENDSHIP FAILED

I, Cranberry, have had to live without a best friend my whole life. I, like any other cow, was given three chances to find one. While the task didn't seem hard, it proved to be one of the most difficult tasks in my life. Aphrodite, I believed she was my best friend. The day that the Friendmaster tested us, our friendship failed us. Our moon trip was never set in stone. Who knew that would be the death of us? Penelope, she promised me years and years of love and honesty. What did I receive? The Friendmaster claiming that I would never help her out with unfortunate circumstances. My chilling friend was the one to drag me away from secrets of old. Ramen, however much I wished for the tests and heartbreaks to be over, I truly tried for this. We had crazy times and blasted off into life together. Never thought that my happiest moments would lead to the one that ruined it all. The Friendmaster made my life hard. I have never had a best friend to share experiences with, and I never will. I am Number 352, and I am a friendless heifer. Destined for the most dangerous of lives. I am living one of the hard lives.

[Black.Wings]

username: Black.Wings
name: Péitseoga (Means 'Peaches' in Irish)
gender: Heifer
collar/bell color: Eye color w/ artistic freedom
prompt: 416 Words
Up early every morning, usually before the sun comes up. She's always so tired, farming is hard work. Practically growing up on the orchard she'd seen many workers come and go, some she'd never see again sadly. Putting in the hours, up to 10 a day, with no breaks. They don't believe in breaks here. As the years passed and she grew older she also began to become more independent in her work. Becoming a manager in a certain part of the orchard. Once she reached this status she never would've guessed the decline in happiness it would cause. One employee who works in a different department thinks they can boss her around. Being the sweetie she is, never complained, did everything they asked. Not only was she sweet, she was also afraid. They would get angry when she didn't do it exactly their way, or at that exact moment. She had to drop what she was doing to go and do another person's job, just to make them happy. She grew more stressed, depressed. One day, she was sick of it, she snapped back at them when they started to yell. This only angered them more. She walked away before it got to bad, but as she was walking away she felt, better. She told her supervisor of the incidents multiple times, but, since they liked the rude co-worker nothing was ever done about it. Conflict continued to grow and fester, her feeling spilling out over the top of the bottle where she kept them tucked away. One day, after a petty, stupid argument she lost it. She told her supervisor she was going to look for a new job. Upsetting as this was to her, it was for the best. She grew up here, learned so much and made so many friends. Her supervisor, however, didn't seem to care they were going to lose their best worker. After weeks of looking she finally found a new job, put in her two weeks and left. Only then did she feel better. No more stress, or depression. The hours were fair and provided breaks, she wasn't tired anymore. After all these years of torment and stress, she finally found peace. She overcame her biggest obstacle in life, leaving her comfort zone in the pursuit of happiness. There's not one day she doesn't think about her job at the orchard. But those days are behind her, here starts her new life. And she couldn't of been happier.

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[certified]

username:

Venatici

name:

Arthas

gender:

Heifer [he/him]

collar/bell color:

your choice <3

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prompt:

The Kings Speech.

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big crying right now. I love this so much. c,: I really loved your story and I'm sure a lot of people can relate. Enjoy Arthas. <3

[Venatici]

im sobbing,,, a good boye
thank you so so much!! I'm loving his concept, I'm glad you love it too!!! thank you <3 I'm excited to see what you have for his collar!