[hiraeth + hound]

Prompt:
Give us a sneak peak into his life! What are some things he does on a day to day basis? (500 word max)
this bull is for users with 0-5 cows only! you must not already have a bull.

Extra:
250 words (cannot be added to prompt) Examples;

- Personality
- Likes / Dislikes
- Short story
- Relationships

or

1 art piece

- By you or someone else
- Still art only (no animations)
- Decoration images do not count as art

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End date: May 8th

Edits: Overgrown Fur (wavy) (R)

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[Streak]

𝐋𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐱 [𝐥î-𝐧ō] (𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 “𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲”)
by Streak

Today was a pretty average day for me, which usually goes a lot like this:
I sleep 'til the sun's high in the sky. I wouldn't consider myself lazy, I just love to lay in the light quite a while later than most cows. I absolutely adore waking up to the warmth of the sun shining down on me. Most days, I don't even wake up on my own. I like to let the sweet sound of the songbird stir me from my slumber.

Once I'm wide awake, I patrol my pasture, making sure my precious, pretty heifers are all alright. I make my rounds, and make sure that I stop and talk to each and every one, asking about their morning and making sure they're feeling alright. When I can find one, I like to pick a fresh wildflower for each of them. Though it's a daily routine for me, it still makes their faces light up every time I stop by with one, and I love to see that. Making others smile has always been my favorite thing to do. All of my heifers know and love me, and most of the other bulls' gals do too.

I'll typically graze a bit once I've had a chat with everyone, I find it quite rude to do so during a conversation. I'm not a big eater, so I usually just eat enough to keep me satisfied, then I'm on to my next task. Eating is one of the only things I prefer to do by myself, and I'd much rather be by others than alone, so I eat quickly. See? I told you, I'm not lazy. I'm super active and busy once I'm awake.

After I'm finished grazing, I like to groom my fur. I have to keep it silky smooth; I'd look like a fool if I strode up to a heifer with straw sticking out of it. Sometimes I'll talk to a lady while I do so, but it's usually just me and the barn cat grooming ourselves, as my heifers don't have near as much hair as I do. The cat's pretty cool though, he's a very talkative tom, loves to tell me about all of the stray queens who've passed through recently.

When I’ve finished my cleaning session and chat with the cat, I like to go to the garden. I can't take these flowers; I just like to look at them and smell them. They smell so sweet, like a bee's honey, or the first fallen apple in autumn. My favorite flowers are the yellow daffodils, for they remind me of the sun. They're a beautiful bright yellow, and their large, pointy petals remind me of the large star's rays of light. They look down on the ground, like the sun looks down on the land. I love to just lay here and look at the flowers; I typically sleep here, nestled in their sweet scents.

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wip

[chanhee.]

Username: sal fisher.
Name: ryler
Gender: Bull

Prompt:
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[sentimental]

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Aierford blinked and looked up in surprise from the kill he was untying
from his belt. "what?" he blurted, and inwardly flinched- that sounded
ruder than intended.

"I asked- what are you doing in these parts?" the woman on the porch of
the tavern huffed and blew a curled lock out of her face. the arid desert
air beat upon the two as the sun began to set- "work," Aier replied, curtly.

the woman didn't seem to get the hint- or maybe she did, and didn't
care. the second option was seeming more likely. "what do you even do
that ends you up in Deadland?" Aeir's annoyed grimace turned to a
poker-face. did she seriously not see the massive sword strapped to his
back? the wagon full of supplies and surrounded by a jostling crew?

"mercenary work."

her eyes lit up in satisfaction- not surprise. it seems she just wanted
to make small-talk. "that's about what i thought- no one ever comes
past this town lest they're seeking something." Aierford nodded and
turned back to strapping down his bounty.

"so? what does it entail?"

"i'm sorry?"

"mercenary work. i assume it's more than just killin' crooks and hissing
at tavern owners."

ah. so she was the owner. damn, so much for asking for that group
room discount.

"are you normally this chatty with guests? someone might deck you for
too many
questions."

"are you shaming me for trying to find someone to talk to in this ghost
town?"

she had a point- everyone he'd seen so far was so old they were
practically grave shopping. toothless, deaf, senile or a combo of the
three. certainly not the ideal conversation partner.

"we travel. we kill for coin, defend for coin."

"i could have guessed that much. i mean normal stuff."

Aier blinked. normal? what did she even mean by that? the owner must
have picked up the confusion from his face alone.

"i mean like what you eat ! how y'all clothe yourselves. chores. y'know.
stuff that's benign to most people."

"why do you even want to know? seems like useless information."

"because those are the the only things from your line of work that i don't
hear from drunks telling tall tales."

Aierford sighed, he's lost. if telling her how he tied his boots would quiet
this persistent tavernkeep, so be it. he could hear his crew laughing at
his clear discomfort- they knew he was a leader out of necessity, not
because he enjoyed talking with people.

"we travel in our wagon."

"uh huh."

"by that i mean our supplies does- we stop at outcroppings to camp."

Aeir glanced at the keep, she nodded for him to continue.

" we polish swords, oil glocks- forage for herbs. we have a few medics
on hand."

he sighed exasperatedly- "look, Ms. - ?"

"Fletcher. My name is Fletcher."

"Can I just have a drink now, please?"

She laughed, "I suppose so- you've entertained me for so long. i'll ask
your friends about the rest."

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[mars]

huge res omg

[zaffre.]

Username: lauv.
Name: Daliso
Gender: Bull

Prompt:
For Daliso life is all about the simple things, many might hate the thought of waking up and having no plans, not knowing what to do... He loves it. He's surrounded by friends the second he wakes up and until he sleeps, grazes in the green fields surrounding the barn he calls home, and laughs and watches the barn dogs and cats zoom past him causing trouble within the acres they call home. He wouldn't dare tell anyone this, but he likes the dogs more than the cats... They offer more entertainment. When the sun starts to let light leak into the barn, he'll wake up and gaze towards the pasture to see the open gate with his friends slowly walking out into the cold morning air. Daliso will always follow and they'll graze until they possibly couldn't eat anymore. That's when their daily chaos ensues. His friends will go off and either attempt to "chase" a dog and quickly give up or play fight until they end up passing out. He never participates in the fighting, doesn't like the competition or anger that comes out of it. Daliso constantly ends up standing in the pasture looking out at the various flowers that guard the outside of the fence, his favorite is the roses. He loves the color and how many people associate them with love. Once in a great while, one of his friends will come trotting over to him and will look out at the roses with him and will ask why he loves them. He'll always say the same thing, the meaning. Once his friends are done with whatever their activity of the day is, he'll join them and talk. Their conversations can't help but bring a smile to Daliso's face, his friends mean the world to him and the time he spends with them are his fondest memories. When night hits and the barn falls silent, Daliso will look at the moon from inside the barn, make a wish for the next day, say something he's thankful for from the current day, then shut his eyes and let peaceful sleep overcome him.

Extra:
Personality
“Do not let the behavior of others destroy your inner peace.” —Dalai Lama
Daliso lives by this quote and will continue to for the rest of his life, he hates conflict and arguing causing him to always seek balance. Daliso is outgoing and enjoys socializing as that's when he finds himself and when he is able to get out of his own head and share stories with others. He can be quite stubborn though, especially when someone tries to mess with his plans (even though many refuse to believe he truly has them). Daliso loves life and wants others to share that same feeling, so he always makes sure to make someone smile each day.

[neon.]

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[carpe noctem.]

Username: noctem.
Name:
Gender: Bull

Prompt:
- goes around every morning to the barn to pick up the farm’s resident litter of border collie puppies, who he has essentially adopted as his own
- goin’ on some fun adventures with the pups

Extra: art piece wip

[Pacsaj]

Umm yes. Just gonna set this mark down right here and I will come back for it later

[cece.]

dropping bc i gotta focus on school- good luck to everyone!!
he’s a beaut <3