[Guest]

ლ "If you have only one smile left in you, give it to the people you love"
-Maya Angelou

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She could feel her chest constricting, her breath catching and lodging itself in her tightening throat. Her heart began to race, the ringing in hears only getting louder the more she struggled to inhale. Hot tears welled in her amber eyes and burned their way down her soft, damp cheeks. Her legs became wobbly, small white spots forming in the corner of her eyes and she closes them, succumbing to the cold and lonely silence that was darkness.

She couldn’t even hear her own heart hammering inside her chest. She became numb to the soft breeze tickling the tufts of fur on her ears that were much longer than the others. She became fully enraptured in the poison that was her mind, small whispers of degradation sending their toxins through her bloodstream and pushing against her lips. But the sound of soft chattering and light against her eyelids broke the nightmare and released hold of the tenseness in every muscle.

She hesitantly opened her eyes, fearful of what may materialize when they fully opened, however, there was nothing. Nothing but softly lit streetlights and the smell of midnight rain perfuming the Vancouver air around her, the small hoof clicks of others melding with the sounds of distant sirens and car horns. Ruelle didn’t know how she made it here, but she was grateful that her body knew exactly where she needed to be when she needed it most. She willed herself to her faintly trembling legs, willing every muscle in her body to push her forward. She remembered the exact street names to take, repeated them in her head in an unspoken mantra, recognized the landmarks through foggy eyes.

It wasn’t long before her hooves hit the boardwalk, the illumination of fairy lights reflecting off her shiny, caramel hooves. How magical it was; for the smallest of bulbs to produce a warmth that immediately spread throughout Ruelle’s entire body. She was captivated, completely enthralled in the soft glow and unaware of those who passed by her. She slowly came to it as more people fluttered about around her, and she allowed them to, casting glances at old and new faces as they passed.

She stood there, patiently waiting on that boardwalk, ignoring the small nudges from those trying to push their way through. Night beaches were always popular this time of year, and many tourists flocked to see the soft ripples in the giant lake that nestled into the town’s side. Ruelle, unlike the others, was not here for the water, nor for the late-night romantic swims and stolen kisses under soft moonlight. What she was here for would come in due time, and as the beach opened for the crowd, her haven finally opened for her to rush to.

She didn’t even feel herself run; all she could remember was the shocking jolt that coursed through her body as it came to a sudden halt at the edge of the pier, her hooves nearly touching the very edge of the wooden boards. She stood there, rigid, the darkness slowly clouding her vision once more as she replayed the events from just a few hours before. She could almost feel the sting of their words on her skin, the sound of shattering glass and the sound of the word “worthless” on their tongues.

Darkness does not exist without the presence of light, just as morning does not exist without the inevitable clutches of the night. She remembered the light, the lights, the small lights decorating the poles on the pier. She opened her eyes once more, her hooves coming into vision, and her reflection in the small rain puddles forming in the dips of the old wood. Looking up, the lake glistened before her, and she took a breath, something she had forgotten to do, something she felt as if she hadn’t done since she fought the darkness for the first time that night.

The rain came and Ruelle embraced it, letting it slowly drench her coat and flow down her cheeks, to where not even she herself could tell her own tears from those of the clouds. He heart began to slow and almost match the tempo of the fairy lights as they slowly clinked against one another, their reflection dancing on the still water below. Her muscles began to slowly work in tandem, allowing Ruelle’s lips to curl into a serene smile. With another cherished breath, Ruelle allowed herself to lay down on the moist boardwalk and lean against one of the poles beside her. She was then able to close her eyes, her smile never fading as she herself became one with the Vancouver rain and her city’s soft, fairy light lullaby.

username: ♔Voltaire♔
name: Ruelle
gender: heifer
collar color: Champange, with whatever details you choose <3

tell me how she cheers herself up and find me a gif of something you find comforting/peaceful
pretty up as much as you want. there is no word limit.

ends in 24 hours from now ( April 13th, 7:40pm EST )



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[Black.Wings]

username: Black.Wings
name: Lacha
gender: heifer
collar color: Eye Color

prompt: Abandon as a calf, she was always so alone. She always looks so sad because of this but she finds joy in feeding and taming wild ducks! In the spring when the ducks fly back and nest she finds a mother with her eggs. She will find things to feed the mother and they tend to warm up to her. Soon the eggs hatch and the mother is comfortable enough with her to let her near her babies. At times Lacha forgets she was abandon and even forgets shes a cow. She finds joy in becoming a "duck" and helping the mother raise the babies until the next year when they return and start the cycle again.
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[♔Voltaire♔]

ლ "If you have only one smile left in you, give it to the people you love"
-Maya Angelou

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prompt:
She could feel her chest constricting, her breath catching and lodging itself in her tightening throat. Her heart began to race, the ringing in hears only getting louder the more she struggled to inhale. Hot tears welled in her amber eyes and burned their way down her soft, damp cheeks. Her legs became wobbly, small white spots forming in the corner of her eyes and she closes them, succumbing to the cold and lonely silence that was darkness.

She couldn’t even hear her own heart hammering inside her chest. She became numb to the soft breeze tickling the tufts of fur on her ears that were much longer than the others. She became fully enraptured in the poison that was her mind, small whispers of degradation sending their toxins through her bloodstream and pushing against her lips. But the sound of soft chattering and light against her eyelids broke the nightmare and released hold of the tenseness in every muscle.

She hesitantly opened her eyes, fearful of what may materialize when they fully opened, however, there was nothing. Nothing but softly lit streetlights and the smell of midnight rain perfuming the Vancouver air around her, the small hoof clicks of others melding with the sounds of distant sirens and car horns. Ruelle didn’t know how she made it here, but she was grateful that her body knew exactly where she needed to be when she needed it most. She willed herself to her faintly trembling legs, willing every muscle in her body to push her forward. She remembered the exact street names to take, repeated them in her head in an unspoken mantra, recognized the landmarks through foggy eyes.

It wasn’t long before her hooves hit the boardwalk, the illumination of fairy lights reflecting off her shiny, caramel hooves. How magical it was; for the smallest of bulbs to produce a warmth that immediately spread throughout Ruelle’s entire body. She was captivated, completely enthralled in the soft glow and unaware of those who passed by her. She slowly came to it as more people fluttered about around her, and she allowed them to, casting glances at old and new faces as they passed.

She stood there, patiently waiting on that boardwalk, ignoring the small nudges from those trying to push their way through. Night beaches were always popular this time of year, and many tourists flocked to see the soft ripples in the giant lake that nestled into the town’s side. Ruelle, unlike the others, was not here for the water, nor for the late-night romantic swims and stolen kisses under soft moonlight. What she was here for would come in due time, and as the beach opened for the crowd, her haven finally opened for her to rush to.

She didn’t even feel herself run; all she could remember was the shocking jolt that coursed through her body as it came to a sudden halt at the edge of the pier, her hooves nearly touching the very edge of the wooden boards. She stood there, rigid, the darkness slowly clouding her vision once more as she replayed the events from just a few hours before. She could almost feel the sting of their words on her skin, the sound of shattering glass and the sound of the word “worthless” on their tongues.

Darkness does not exist without the presence of light, just as morning does not exist without the inevitable clutches of the night. She remembered the light, the lights, the small lights decorating the poles on the pier. She opened her eyes once more, her hooves coming into vision, and her reflection in the small rain puddles forming in the dips of the old wood. Looking up, the lake glistened before her, and she took a breath, something she had forgotten to do, something she felt as if she hadn’t done since she fought the darkness for the first time that night.

The rain came and Ruelle embraced it, letting it slowly drench her coat and flow down her cheeks, to where not even she herself could tell her own tears from those of the clouds. He heart began to slow and almost match the tempo of the fairy lights as they slowly clinked against one another, their reflection dancing on the still water below. Her muscles began to slowly work in tandem, allowing Ruelle’s lips to curl into a serene smile. With another cherished breath, Ruelle allowed herself to lay down on the moist boardwalk and lean against one of the poles beside her. She was then able to close her eyes, her smile never fading as she herself became one with the Vancouver rain and her city’s soft, fairy light lullaby.

username: ♔Voltaire♔
name: Ruelle
gender: heifer
collar color: Champange, with whatever details you choose <3

[Angel Pug]

username: Angel Pug
name: Caramel
gender: heifer
collar color: Your choice

prompt: she cheers herself up by singing. Caramel loves to sing. She hums or dances along. She loves singing as much as she loves listening to music. It calms her and it takes her mind of her problems.
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[BadgerBuddies]

𝒞𝒾𝓃𝓃𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓃

username: BadgerBuddies
name: Cinnabon
gender: heifer
collar color: either cinnamon bun themed or eye color if that’s too much

prompt: Cinnabon used to struggle with overeating whenever she felt upset. However, this made her feel even more miserable, as she was putting on a significant amount of weight. She took steps to make a change but still ease her sorrow in a more positive manner. Rather than buying snacks, she began to make them. Baking was the perfect activity to keep Cinnabon occupied and engaged with something other than her own thoughts and feelings. It also helped her connect to other Buttermilks more easily because she would have so many goodies for them to eat. It turns out, Cinnabon is a naturally gifted baker, and her friends love her sweet treats! Seeing the smiles on their faces while they chow down on her confections cheers Cinnabon up even more. She no longer needs to eat all of the food by herself. Instead, she’d much rather share it and enjoy the happiness and comfort of others.

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[Purgatory K9]

username: Strawbaby.
name: Kiowa
gender: heifer
collar color: Honey bee themed

prompt:
"Mama, the bees are back!" Kiowa squealed as she ran over to her mother, hiding her face on the side of her mother's thigh. She mooed in a scared tone as her mother giggled. "Oh honey," Kiowa's mother whispered softly towards her calf. "Without the bees, we wouldn't have yummy grass to eat," The motherly cow gently pushed her calf away from her. Kiowa looked up and thought for a moment, 'mama is right'. The calf ran over to the honey comb and looked up, watching the bees do their busy work. She smiled, she didn't fear the bees anymore.

Years passed, Kiowa's mother grew weak and old, dying of old age. Kiowa fell into a depressive state, nothing seemed to make her happy anymore without her mother beside her. The now young heifer laid in the grass, it was spring time and so the other animals and insects were out. She dozed off, and when she awoke, she found a bee relaxing on a flower not too far from her. Kiowa thought for a moment and then remembered the day her mother taught her about the bees. The young heifer mooed happily at the bee as she began to get up.

Within months, Kiowa became happier and when she wae sad, she'd go out to her new bee farm to see the bees.

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without honey bees there would be no Earthly peace

[xem]

username: .dystopian.
name: Lacuna
gender: heifer
collar color: Artist choice

prompt: When finding herself dull or saddened, Lacuna retreats to the lake, where she finds herself at peace. She can stand at the banks or right at the edge of the water, the gentle waves lapping at her hooves. The lake brings a cool breeze, cooling and relaxing any tension within her. Sometimes the geese and ducks fly overhead and land gracefully, giving her gentle company. As the sky begins to darken, she moves farther up the bank to the soft grass. She lays down, the dew gently falling upon her, and her surroundings. The ducks tuck their heads within their feathers as they need to rest as well. Happiness had filled her as soon as she arrived, and it never left. Peace, the sounds of a nature, and small friends can all lead to a happy heart.
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[cautiousculpeo]

cautiousculpeo

Cappuccino - Cap - Cappa - Cino

heifer

Dark leathery brown, deep and rich like coffee with a copper bell.

Cappa tends to sink down with a warm cup of coffee and a book to feel better. She thrives on warm blankets and a ceramic mug of her favorite smooth pick me up. When the rain pelts down on the windows, she finds herself staring out the window through the streams of water she sips the bitter drink and smiles.

[SaltyBirb]

congrats!!

[paopu]

username:
paopu
name:
calypso
gender: heifer
collar color:
your call!

prompt:
When Cal is upset the only thing that will center her is being alone. When she's sad all the loud noises and bright lights of the barn can overwhelm her and, on top of that, she doesn't like talking through her problems with other people in the first place. So, she retreats into the woods. There she mediates as she walks, taking in the gentler more natural atmosphere as she talks through her problems. Even with no one listening, talking through it with herself always puts her at ease and, by the time she's ready to come home, she leaves all her troubles behind in the woods.

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