[parlaymars]

i noticed a few people wanted more in-depth contests so here you go
also a solid(ish?) moo because i need to get out of my comfort zone more

an impress-me contest - anything goes!

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- 'prettying up' your form is allowed; as is adding or removing sections



ends on monday, 3/18/19 (a week from today)
- please let me know before monday if you require an extension

[WolfWinter]

Username: WolfWinter
Name:
Gender: Heifer
Collar Color: lavender

Personality: Troublemaker, likes to break out of the pasture to eat flowers out of the garden
History:

[Andromeda]

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𝑻𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒓, 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒐𝒂𝒍 𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔
𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒆. 𝑨𝒃𝒐𝒗𝒆
𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒚 𝒔𝒘𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒖𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎,
𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒛𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒂𝒕. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈
𝒃𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒅 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆
𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒄𝒉, 𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓
𝒎𝒖𝒛𝒛𝒍𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒅𝒔 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚
𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒅, 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒂𝒛𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕𝒔
𝒄𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆
𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒛𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎.

𝑻𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅, 𝒐𝒓 𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒚
𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇, 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚
𝒔𝒐𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒃𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓.
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏,
𝑻𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒏𝒐𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕.
𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓
𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒅
𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒅𝒔,
𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓
𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒛𝒆. 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉, 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒂
𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔.

𝑻𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔 𝒂 𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒓, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒖𝒑𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓
𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒎𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏. 𝑰𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔
𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆
𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒅.

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𝑻𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒚 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒚 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒏 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑰𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅. 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍. 𝑨 𝒍𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚, 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝑰𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒚 𝒍𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒇 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒍𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒄𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑻𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒔𝒕'𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒖𝒑, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆, 𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑻𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒕, 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒛𝒐𝒏. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆. 𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑴𝒐𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒚, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚...𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆. 𝑺𝒐 𝑻𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒆, 𝒂 𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒕𝒚 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒂 𝒇𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 '𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑𝒘𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅' 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆. 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆. 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒊𝒓𝒄𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒏 𝑰𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒚.

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝒂 𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒅, 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒔. 𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚𝒅𝒆𝒘 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚, 𝑻𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒙𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒚, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕...𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚.

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[sullivanish]

Username: ailurophile.,
Name:
Gender: Heifer
Collar Color:

Personality:
History:

wip, as I am pst and it is getting late

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Username:
Name: Monika
Gender: Heifer
Collar Color: Same as her pretty green eyes!

Personality:
History:
Res! What a cutie!

[♔Voltaire♔]

Shysie is a heifer with many words but is rendered silent by her own body. This has led Shysie to express herself through artistic practices, such as poetry and intense emotional pieces, using intricate patterns of her own creation to symbolize the words she is unable to speak. Shysie has become very talented as an artist and a poet due to her inabilities, and she takes great pride in what she creates. Shysie has also formulated her own sign language to communicate with others; a true example of her drive and perseverance to speak in any way she possibly can. These characteristics make her an inspirational icon to those around her, and someone to truly admire. Shysie's gentle and peaceful demeanor brings solace to those in her presence.






Shysie was born under the amarillo skies of Oklahoma to two young first-time parents. Her welcome into the world was one of pure grandeur, as wonderful and happy as it can be out in the wide expanses of the West. The herd she was born into was owned by a group of young aspiring men, hoping to make a quick fortune on the large number of cattle they owned. Unfortunately, this fortune would be obtained through means too horrible for any calf to understand.

Shysie was born prematurely; it was clear to see she was different from the other calves, who learned to stand and feed properly as soon as they were able. It took a good few days for Shysie to be able to stand without falling over, and it was difficult for her to even recognize her parents' scent. However with time, these obstacles were overcome, and Shysie was deemed to have the skills and abilities of the average calf- save for one. Not once did any herd members hear a peep from the young heifer, not even when approached by other calves or spoken to by her parents. Shysie was always quick to respond auditorily, however, she never made a single verbal cue. Upon hearing of this oddity, the herd field nurse could only chalk it up to Shysie being mute- unable to speak, unable to make any sound, not even a grunt in affirmation or a laugh. Word of this spread across the herd like the wildfires that often wrecked the area, leading to many members to pity the young couple for their "Defective offspring". Slowly Shysie began to lose friends due to her inability to communicate, which left her to stay hooked at her mother's hip, away from as many prying eyes as possible.

Years later, the area was destroyed by a chaotic flood, one that no one had ever seen before. Many herd members were lost in the horrible rapids, and her parents were two of the many victims of this tragedy. Luckily Shysie was able to avoid the worst of it, along with a fair chunk of her peers who sought higher ground before the worst had arrived. Everything Shysie had ever known and relied upon was lost, and due to the rushing of the survivors, she had no time to process or grieve before she was led away into the foothills to search for a suitable place to live. Shysie, along with the remaining herd lived wild for the few weeks that followed, and one night while Shysie was sleeping, those who she called her family abandoned her in the middle of the night, losing hope that she would ever survive, even in their protection. Waking up and realizing they had left, Shysie had lost all hope, falling into the dark recesses of her mind and waiting for her fate to be sealed. However, Shysie was soon found by a few humans who had decided to pick up whatever pieces they could from the flood. Shysie was soon rescued by this band of individuals and donated to Firefly Valley Farms, a small, isolated farm with one of the most beautiful views Shysie has ever seen.

It was there that Shysie was officially diagnosed with a bovine form of Apraxia of Speech (AOS). After this news from the vets, Shysie was finally able to put a term to her supposed "issue". Shysie, afraid of how this new herd would take this news, was shocked and relieved when she was welcomed with open arms, and treated as an equal to those who could speak. With much support and encouragement from those around her, Shysie began to speak through art, creating "Pictionary-art" in the dirt when trying to get her points across to her friends. Shysie also learned to write, as well as come up with her own form of sign language (with a little help of course) that others could learn and use to speak with her. Shysie was able to find the support she needed, as well as many outlets for her to express herself- and she couldn't be more grateful.
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[Purgatory K9]

Username: Outlaw Arthur
Name: Marianne
Gender: Heifer
Collar Color: White

Personality: Marianne is a shy and quiet girl who keeps to herself majority of the time. You could even say she's an introvert.
History: Born and raised by her momma, she's always looked up to her and hopes to one day be as gentle and outgoing as her mother. The only moo she's ever held dear to her heart was her mother.

[AncientBananas]

Username: ConfusedPenguin
Name: Apophyllite
Gender: Heifer
Collar Color: White
Personality: Calm, Compassionate, Tender, Sweet, Easily-bothered, and Sensitive
History:
The sky had never been so dim. What looked like nimbus clouds blocked the sunlight, and the world was dark. The thought of lightning and thunder terrified me, as it was how my brother died back in October. This day, my Heifer seemed troubled, and she brought her difficulties to my attention. So I thought. She had always been my "comfort cow," and I didn't know if she had really empathized with my concerns. I laid her body on the soft grass, and we sat there together, staring up into the crowded sky. "How are you feeling honey?" She bellowed beside me. I laid my head against hers and softly rubbed against her forehead. I decided to continue talking to her, as there was nothing else to do. "Remember when we had you?" She rumbled. "It was a day like this, huh?" I stared into her deep brown eyes and smiled. "My brother loved you a lot. I'm pretty sure that you were his favorite." I heard the sirens wail, but that didn't alarm me - what did was the look of sorrow in your eyes. We stared at each other, and a tear streamed down my face. I could barely make out words, but I tried. "That's why your name is Apophyllite, baby." She cooed over to me, and I rubbed her belly. "You're a crystal - a crystal that redirects my energy. You calm me. You're so special. You're so beautiful!"

[Chaotic Queen]

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Blu - Heifer - Black Collar

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username: Albino_

Personality:

Blu is a sweet girl, she sometimes will be
stubborn and not listen. she cares for
other buttermilk's and calves.
She doesnt have a mean bone in her body

History:

it was a dark and stormy night
all was silent and all was calm
a barn was leaking on a little calf
Blu was cuddled up next to her mother
Betty, it was thundering and lightening out
Blu was sleeping peacefully.
A few years later she was sold to a
new home where she was mistreated
Blu managed to escape and ran for her life
she came apon a huge farm with other cows
she let out a moo to the others just then a
little girl came running out and stopped
once seeing Blu, and the little girl slowly
walked up to her as Blu shied away and
soon placed her head in the girls hands,
from then on forward Blu had a forever home

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[parlaymars]

closed for judging!