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Username:♔Voltaire♔
Name: Mythril
Gender: Heifer
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"Mythril? Gosh, we barely ever see her, but when we do she doesn't speak very much unless she is addressing the entire herd." -Cinna
"Being the leader of our herd, Mythril seems to be very closed off, and I am not sure if I like that. Wouldn't our leader want to socialize? I rarely ever see her, and when I do she's heading off in to the forest. Where she goes after that, I have no clue. I hope she is okay." -Sage
"Mythril is younger than what many of the other herd members believe her to be. They say she isolates herself from everyone, however, no one seems to go out of their way to speak with her like I do. I think they are afraid, honestly, and I can understand that... But if they just give her a chance, they'll see that she is one of the most gentle, most caring, and most trustworthy heifers you will ever meet. She truly has a wisdom beyond her years, and I can tell those eyes of hers carry many stories with them, some I am sure have molded her into the lady she is today." - Calla
"Mythril is absolutely lovely. Such a gentle and old soul. She is always popping in, making sure I am resting enough. She mostly spends her time alone, she really likes her space, but I can tell she wants nothing more than to be chatting happily with the others. I wonder what stops her.." -Lucina
"Youth-truly fleeting, save for when it seemed as if you had no youth at all. There are few memories I can call upon that had some happy ending, or some true moral at the end, like some Aesop fable or a love story. However, there is one that will always remain, one I will always carry in the crevices of my heart.
My mother was a very uptight woman; though she really had no choice. Leading a herd as large and as spoiled as hers came with great responsibility, with the invisible laws that stated that you should rule with class, regality, and most of all detachment. I was taught those rules as soon as I was able to comprehend words and punished when I forgot. I was one of three siblings, all of whom were rowing the same boat as I was. Both were much older than I, more prim and proper, already making their mark on the herd as my mother's heirs. I was unable to grasp these concepts as well as they did, which caused much disdain from my mother. There came a point where she...gave up.
That is the night I remember most vividly from my childhood. I was failing at keeping a proper posture: hooves planted to the ground, head held high, eyes looking forward... Disregarding any noise or activity that was around me. I was too in tune with my world to look away and ignore its sounds and movements, and that made my mother furious. Knocking me to the ground, she loomed over me, her violet and gold eyes scanning me for some sort of answer as to why I was such an embarrassment. It did not take long for her to address me in her cold tone and order me to my room. And that is where I went, feeling the rise and fall of my own breathing, digging in the cracks of my mind for what went wrong. What was wrong with me?
It was then in my own silent suffering that I heard that of my mother's. Slowly rising and heading down the barn's corridor, her silent sobs echoed off the solid brick walls, leading me to the ivory doors that separated me from the outside. That is when I saw her, through the small window to the left of the doors. She was outside watching the moon, crystalline tears forming in the corner of her eyes and languidly rolling down her cheeks. I had never seen her cry before, never had seen her so vulnerable so... alive.
It was then I knew that it was okay to cry...that it was beautiful, and healthy and completely natural. Something so natural that not even my mother could fight the process. Laying down that night, I wondered if maybe there was some hope for me somewhere, somehow, dissolved in the pellucid beauty of my mother's tears."Extra #1: The Lotus Festival
"Ah, I will never forget the Lotus Festival. The Lotus Festival is one of the most important parts of our herds' culture, as it marks our first day of the summer season. Our herds' scientists tried their hardest each year to estimate when the lotus would bloom, and once they knew for certain, we would spend our early mornings by the pond, waiting for the first lotus to bloom when the sun rose. As soon as the first bloomed, a week long celebration of the coming of the warm season began.
I remember having daisies and baby's breath weaved into my hair and tail, as well as my older sister . The both of us were fussed over for quite a bit, especially my sister, for reasons I will not elaborate on right now. It was normal decor for the girls in our herd. Each one wanted to stand out; I myself never cared.
We had spent a good few days by the pond until one morning, the first rays of the sun kissed the earth, bouncing off the pond and waking the lotus petals from their slumber. It was truly a sight to behold, one that left a blanket of silence over the herd for quite a while. One by one I remember the petals opening up, the water flourishing with color, and the herd erupted into celebration. It was quite a week, but I think the sight of my mother smiling was the epitome of it all."
Extra #2: Lepidopterophobia
My siblings were known for their status, as well as their perseverance. They were strong, and most of all, they were fearless. I on the other hand, am a different story. Common fears in the herd are these, but not limited to: Spiders, Snakes, Coyotes- the usual. I prided myself on not fearing any of those things, and put myself on the same pedestal of fearlessness as my siblings. However life has it's way of making or breaking you.
It was a summer afternoon, and my older sister and I had just finished our music lesson. The smell of grass and orchids wove through the air, and bees danced around us. My sister began to pluck the petals off a flower nearby, humming softly as she did so. I myself had decided to get up and peruse what the field has to offer. It did not take long for me to find a small butterfly bush, where a good dozen or more Monarchs had decided to rest. I crept past, not wanting to disturb them; I wasn't very fond of butterflies, but I was never one for things that had wings in general.
A sudden crash resounded through the field as my older brother and his peers sliced through the forest, and diving headfirst into the butterfly bush. The insects scattered, flying in my direction. Before I could move they were on me like orange bullets, and all I could do was scream. Butterflies? Not my cup of tea.
Extra #3: My Father's Treasure
I was said to look a lot like my father, and honestly, I could understand that. Unlike my siblings, who seemed to have inherited everything from my mother (Especially their attitude), I was given my father's milky coat and his insanely exotic eyes. His eyes were beautiful, and honestly the only feature about myself I can say I appreciate inheriting. They attract a lot of attention- especially the attention of the bulls my age. I was never one for relationships, but the constant pressure of seeing every other heifer my age dating made me feel as if I should be doing that as well. So, once it was official that I was "on the market", bulls and heifers alike went wild.
Then came Atlas; a rough-and-tumble bull who loved to cause trouble. I have to admit, I was into the bad-boy type... He immediately found interest in me as I did in him, so we started dating. It did not last however, for it was my eyes that were the only reason he wanted anything to do with me. The day we broke up, I was greeted by my father, who knelt beside me and wiped the tears from my cheeks.
"Those eyes do not define your beauty, they're merely the icing on the cake," he whispered, giving me his trademark smile. "My sweet Mythril, what's truly beautiful is your soul."
He was right. He always was, and that is why I will always be proud to be his daughter.
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