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by Knickknacks » Wed Sep 22, 2021 12:53 am
Username: Knickknacks
Name: Temperance
Gender: dfab
Collar Color: your choice!
Prompt: [135/150]
"It's okay," she insisted, inhaling deeply in a futile attempt to calm herself. She could feel the others eyeing her a bit nervously, watching closely for her reaction.
"I'm not mad," she insisted, stomping one hoof for emphasis. "I just want to know."
Pottery was not a hobby she had time for much of, between keeping an eye on the state of the barn and doing her chores on the surrounding farm, but it was one she treasured. Creations of hers were spaced throughout the house, and treasured.
Now, a small group of cows gathered warily around a small pile of shattered pottery fragments. Temperance scanned the small crowd that had gathered, knowing that one of them was surely guilty of destroying her work. This vase had been one of her favorites.
"Who broke it?"
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by PastelDog » Wed Sep 22, 2021 12:16 pm
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Name: Roan
Gender: dfab
Collar Color: teal
Prompt: Roan is always hotheaded especially when it came to others who were too excited to see him. Roan has been angry with the world ever since he was born. He lives being hotheaded and everything seems to get on his nerves.
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by Winter Shores » Wed Sep 22, 2021 1:13 pm
Username:Winter Shores
Name: Boris // Grumpy
Gender: dfab
Collar Color: something to match
Prompt:
The sun seeped through the crack in the curtians. The light streamed through hitting Boris right in the face. She grimaced and pulled the sheets over her head. There was a loud buzzing talk that crept into her room from the kitchen. Her roomates were already bustling around, the commotion giving her a dreadful headache. She hated the morning, everything was too bright and too loud, it ruined her day completely. A sharp knock pierced the wooden door, echoing into the minimalistic room. She groaned and sat straight up, "Go away."
The knocking persisted until her feet hit the ground and she swung the door open. She stared down at Bashful, "What did I just say."
Bashful rubbed her hands together, "Please, come eat." Boris stepped back slamming the door shut before climbing back into bed.
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by Cactologist » Thu Sep 23, 2021 2:42 pm
Username: Cactologist
Name: Happy
Gender: Heifer
Collar Color: Up to you!
Prompt: "What... did you just say to her?"
"Oh shoot,"
"Here she goes,"
"You're in for it now, "
White-hot anger raced through Happy's veins, pounded in her ears, and narrowed her vision. She didn't see her friends backing up in apprehension or hear whatever sorry excuse the pathetic fool before her muttered. All she knew was that he had disrespected her friend and was about to learn to watch his mouth. Literally.
You see, Happy hadn't been taught not to throw the first punch. She had five older brothers and if anything, they taught her to make the first punch the last punch. She might be small, but no one crossed her or her friends without feeling the full extent of their mistake.
The insolent bull didn't see the punch coming nor the pavement rising up to meet him but would no doubt feel it well into next week. [148]
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by Miavinn » Fri Sep 24, 2021 1:34 pm
Username: Miavinn
Name: Magnolia "Mags"
Gender: dfab
Collar Color: dark gray/black with silver bell
Prompt:
Mags has had an affinity for nature since she was a young calf. She loves tending to the flowers, bushes, and trees on the farm she lives. It always gets her hackles up when the youngins start roughhousing and trample one of her precious rose bushes or break a low-hanging branch off a manicured tree.
On this particular day, she has been tending the apple trees when the little group came blasting through playing an oh-so-obnoxious game of tag. They smack right through the fruit trees, sending unripe fruit flying. Mags let out a few warning huffs before stomping over to them, already stringing together words to shame them well into next week.
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