owner:
Butter Dragon
discord name:
Butter Dragon
name:
Jouska
noun ;; a hypothetical conversation that you compulsively play out in your head.
personality:
{I hope its okay that it is in story form but it shows the main traits of her personality!}
Written by ❤Rosette❤
Her head is filled with cluttered thoughts and perpetually swirling ideas, a colorful array of stories and worlds flowing forth from her mind like diluted paint.
Her thoughts? Focused mainly on the prospect of finding her "one true love." Her starfire eyes always scanning, always desperately searching for her very own
prince charming.
Though even on those rare occasions that she finds someone suitable, someone she finds herself hopelessly drawn to, she shies away and keeps to herself, deciding to focus on spinning a wild tale of what could have been. A delightful fairy tale of chivalry and charisma, of romantic billets-doux from a dozen different lovely bulls, a terribly unrealistic story in which she hardly has to lift a hoof to gain attention from bulls.
Ahh, billet-doux. Love letter. A classy way to court females, especially in Jouska's opinion.
What a wonderful word, one that our poor little cow will never experience lest she ever makes a move.
Which brings us to her now, gazing longingly at an attractively buff male chatting away with a group of beautiful cows. Delighted thoughts spring up through her consciousness, beckoning her to try.
Go talk to him. Say hello, tell him a story, pick him a flower.
Those voices and thoughts are what fills her with hope, the thing that nudges her to her feet and leads her a few steps towards her bachelor. A bloom tucked adorably behind her ear, and another gripped carefully in her teeth, a story already unfolding in her head and a cheerful greeting dancing on her lips.
Until, just a few paces away from the edge of the forest, a sinister voice whispers:
Don't do it. You'll embarrass yourself, he'll find you naïve, bulls don't care for blossoms.
And then, succumbing to those nagging doubts skirting 'round the edge of her mind, the lovely cow will again retreat to her patch of floral forest to think.
And think she will, those whimsical stories and creative concepts interweaving together to form a comforting blanket to cower behind, pretending not to care at all. Though she really does, and always will, and knows deep down in her gut that she is lying to herself by feigning aloofness. Which is when a wild and crazy plan will begin to form itself in her head, an insanely improbable string of actions that is sure to land her nowhere, right?
Which is when another handsome bull will stroll on by her splotch of lush woods,
and feeling emboldened from that developing plan,
she'll stand up, toddle forward, and say:
"Greetings! My name is Jouska, and I like to create stories. Care to be a part of mine?"
She'll immediately regret it, feeling herself to be a failure, and will divert her striking gaze just as the bull starts to reply.
"To join you on your life tale?" he'll inquire, and with a brightening smile, he'll add:
"I'd be delighted to."
Who knew bliss could come as such a shock?