[Micki.]

Buttermilk Adopts
Saving the world one bovine at a time!
Welcome to the mystical land of cows! Stay a while, take off your shoes and feel the soft grass beneath your toes. Cuddle up with a couple bovine and make yourself at home.. If you're lucky, one just might come home with you! Buttermilk Cows are tradable for other Buttermilk Cows, sellable, and also are giftable! There is no limit to how many you can own so feel free to fill your heart entirely of adorable Cattle and nothing else!

first design as an artist!! c: <3

ahh, a nice spotty babe for you all!! hope you all enjoy this babe and the ones to follow c:

she's only asymmetrical when it comes to the dark / light marking at the bottom of her front legs; everything else is the same on both sides (just a heads up)

for her contest, impress me!! make sure you include her favorite type of flower and her favorite song, however, or your form won't be counted!! you may choose to explain her favorite song and flower or not, it doesn't matter one way or the other. I'm mainly looking for creativity, so don't feel like you don't have a chance because it's an impress me

bonus points if you have at least one cute quirk in your form and / or if you have a playlist of at least 3 songs (not required, though)!!

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- won by I ᶫᵒᵛᵉᵧₒᵤ Ian ♥ -

[parlaymars]

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| username:| I ᶫᵒᵛᵉᵧₒᵤ Ian ♥ | name: Octavia | gender: cow | quirk: she loves snow | playlist: x x x |
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This cow - this noble princess, with a wicked smile on her mouth and jewels in her eyes, is sometimes more trouble than she's worth. Octavia is a beauty, yes, but beauty comes with a price, and she's always paid her dues.

Born early, with the winter snows still covering the ground, she was but a little thing. Her mother feared she might die, but Octavia delighted in the snow and cold and grew stronger every day. The other cows adored her, and fawned over her always - Octavia was the only calf on the ground, and enjoyed the benefits thereof. By the time spring arrived, the grey calf had matured and filled out. Sturdy legs kept her cavorting about the pasture while the other calves were born - she, a full month older than the others, was automatically the One In Charge.

Octavia's calfhood groomed her for a position of power. Her age amongst the other calves gave her an edge, and her experience with "snow" always assured the others that she was the right leader for their little band. It helped that she was beautiful, and that the other cows adored her - she had spent her early life charming them with green-eyed wonder at all around her.

But it was not to last. Beauty has a price, and Octavia's always paid her dues.

Summer passed in a blur of heat, and with fall came the first of this young cow's trials. Her mother grew ill, and better, and then sick again, and Octavia's mother was moved to a different pasture to keep the rest of the herd safe. She pined for her mother constantly - she, who had once been the jewel of the herd, was now motherless. Her friends did their best to keep her spirits up, but the months passed and Octavia grieved for the mother she had lost.

Winter came again. Octavia's mother had been gone for three months, and the rest of the herd thought her dead. Octavia, too, and finally she began to heal from such an open wound. Her friends welcomed her back into their games almost as if nothing had happened, and if the grey cow was a little more subdued, a little more solemn in expression, well, they couldn't fault her for it.

The snows helped, as they always had. Octavia was still young, and the fluffy softness of the snow was a balm to her injured spirits. She watched the adult cows talk and laugh, and she followed their example - talking and laughing with her own friends. They spent hours discussing what it would be like to taste fresh grass again, who the new cow was over the fence, and who would be the most beautiful by the time they were adults. Octavia was unanimously chosen as the bearer of that title - but - as she's learned, beauty comes with a price.

When that winter ended, the humans came. They held her with bruising metal things and grabbed at her legs, and there was a dull pain - and then she fell into the dreamless abyss of sleep.

When she awoke, it was to the sound of birds.
The air was very cold. Snow glistened everywhere, thicker than she'd ever seen it before. Her breath misted in front of her, and the trees were coated with ice in dazzling arrays of color. She laughed, and the sound bounced clear across the meadow to echo back at her from somewhere far away - and... and it was perfect.

"Hello." Octavia whirled, throwing snow up from her hooves. A golden cow looked back at her, calmly, with gentle eyes.
"Welcome home."

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| favorite song: fireflies by the vitamin string quartet | favorite flower: queen anne's lace |

[HotCocoa_]

Going to enter tomorrow, its too late for me right now lol.

[Raven_Wolf]

Username:
~LunarWolf~
Name:
Tabetha
Gender:
Cow
Favorite Song:
Sky Full of Stars by Coldplay
Favorite Flower:
Red Day Lily

[Tazaria]

extension please <33

Username:
Name:
Gender: cow
Favorite Song:
Favorite Flower:

unlimited extras!!

[redhorizon]

Username: CaesarHorse
Name: Firefly
Gender: cow
Favorite Song:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dyAfjUHlFSM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OEVxOt-ftQ0
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q9ayN39xmsI
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hEEDrFQCUWE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2-hkpLXwHUQ
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pjcOzqxu4JQ
Favorite Flower: Hibiscus

unlimited extras!!

[seawoof]

Username: Seawoof
Name: Ash (she reminds me of an ash tree I have in my backyard!)
Gender: cow
Favorite Songs: x x x
Favorite Flower: Snapdragons
Personality: Ash is very fond of nature. She loves to take strolls through the woods and explore her surroundings. She loves finding new things outside. Ash tends to jump from one hobby to another and she loves to try out new activities. She enjoys being in nature and one of her favorite things to do is to lay in the dappled shade of trees. She takes this time to think and take in all of her surroundings. Ash is a free spirit and she knows she can complete anything she puts her mind to. Ash is very good with words, but sometimes she talks too much which ends up getting her in trouble. She loves to give compliments to others in hopes of getting returned with the favor, as she loves how she looks. Ash is a very confident, free spirited cow.

[tragedy,]

Username: Honeysuckle
Name: Mona
Gender: cow
Favorite Song: No- Megan Tranior
Favorite Flower: Lotus Flower

[Micki.]

sorry I forgot to post ending this one yesterday!! I've got a winner for you all, though! this girlie is going to I ᶫᵒᵛᵉᵧₒᵤ Ian ♥. I loved everything about your form, especially the name!! c: I hope to see everyone else trying for more Buttermilks!!

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| username:| I ᶫᵒᵛᵉᵧₒᵤ Ian ♥ | name: Octavia | gender: cow | quirk: she loves snow | playlist: x x x |
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This cow - this noble princess, with a wicked smile on her mouth and jewels in her eyes, is sometimes more trouble than she's worth. Octavia is a beauty, yes, but beauty comes with a price, and she's always paid her dues.

Born early, with the winter snows still covering the ground, she was but a little thing. Her mother feared she might die, but Octavia delighted in the snow and cold and grew stronger every day. The other cows adored her, and fawned over her always - Octavia was the only calf on the ground, and enjoyed the benefits thereof. By the time spring arrived, the grey calf had matured and filled out. Sturdy legs kept her cavorting about the pasture while the other calves were born - she, a full month older than the others, was automatically the One In Charge.

Octavia's calfhood groomed her for a position of power. Her age amongst the other calves gave her an edge, and her experience with "snow" always assured the others that she was the right leader for their little band. It helped that she was beautiful, and that the other cows adored her - she had spent her early life charming them with green-eyed wonder at all around her.

But it was not to last. Beauty has a price, and Octavia's always paid her dues.

Summer passed in a blur of heat, and with fall came the first of this young cow's trials. Her mother grew ill, and better, and then sick again, and Octavia's mother was moved to a different pasture to keep the rest of the herd safe. She pined for her mother constantly - she, who had once been the jewel of the herd, was now motherless. Her friends did their best to keep her spirits up, but the months passed and Octavia grieved for the mother she had lost.

Winter came again. Octavia's mother had been gone for three months, and the rest of the herd thought her dead. Octavia, too, and finally she began to heal from such an open wound. Her friends welcomed her back into their games almost as if nothing had happened, and if the grey cow was a little more subdued, a little more solemn in expression, well, they couldn't fault her for it.

The snows helped, as they always had. Octavia was still young, and the fluffy softness of the snow was a balm to her injured spirits. She watched the adult cows talk and laugh, and she followed their example - talking and laughing with her own friends. They spent hours discussing what it would be like to taste fresh grass again, who the new cow was over the fence, and who would be the most beautiful by the time they were adults. Octavia was unanimously chosen as the bearer of that title - but - as she's learned, beauty comes with a price.

When that winter ended, the humans came. They held her with bruising metal things and grabbed at her legs, and there was a dull pain - and then she fell into the dreamless abyss of sleep.

When she awoke, it was to the sound of birds.
The air was very cold. Snow glistened everywhere, thicker than she'd ever seen it before. Her breath misted in front of her, and the trees were coated with ice in dazzling arrays of color. She laughed, and the sound bounced clear across the meadow to echo back at her from somewhere far away - and... and it was perfect.

"Hello." Octavia whirled, throwing snow up from her hooves. A golden cow looked back at her, calmly, with gentle eyes.
"Welcome home."

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| favorite song: fireflies by the vitamin string quartet | favorite flower: queen anne's lace |

[parlaymars]

oh my gosh thank you!!!
I chose the name octavia because all of her spots reminded me of the rings on an octopus
eight
you see where I'm going with this?? c: anyway

she will be very loved!! I've already shown her off in the discord chat c: thank you micki!