[sprig]

“I’d like to help harvest!”
Username: sprig
Buttermilk: Charlotte

“I’d like to help harvest some more!”
Username: sprig
Buttermilk: Charlotte
Word Count: 490 (i'm so sorry)
Prompt:
Charlotte is a very quiet and introverted girl. Meeting new people is not her forte, and she truly prefers to be left alone with herself and the few she already knows than to meet anyone new. When she does meet someone, though, she tends to be unresponsive to questions, and the whole time thinks to herself "I don't want to say something wrong, I don't want to say something wrong..."

Meeting Penny
It was a rainy day, the clouds covering every last bit of the warm sun creating a very gloomy outlook from the living room window. Penny sat on the floor near the wood burning fire place in a cozy looking old room. The room was lit only by a single lamp and the firelight, which made shadows dance and pirouette on the walls. All that could be heard throughout the house was the gentle crackling of the burning wood and Penny's soft humming as she sat cutting out shapes from white paper to hang in her room. And then, piercing through the calm of the house, a loud knock came at the front door. Penny jumped, her heart racing for a moment before she got up and walked to the door, opening it slightly to peer out into the rain to see who could possibly be brave enough to venture out into this mess. On the doorstep stood a delicate and very young looking girl, with a soaking wet trench coat and a gloomy look on her face. Penelope opened the door wider. "Hello, can I help you?" She squeaked, looking up at the tall slender figure. "Hello, yes, I am looking for Lavender Meadows." the lady's voice was soft like silk. "Oh... Yeah you're in the right place. Norah isn't here right now, but you can come in if you want. It's awful out there today." Penny stepped out of the way, allowing just enough room for the tall lady to slip by and unbutton her coat to hang up to dry. "What's your name, anyway?" The tall lady's eyes drooped as if it was painful for her to speak her own name. "I'm Charlotte," she whispered, Penelope could hear the ache in her throat. "Hi, Charlotte. My name is Penelope. You can call me Penny if you want, I let all my friends call me Penny." she stopped and took Charlotte's cold hand in hers and led her to the front room and plopped down in front of the fireplace. "Can I call you Lottie?" Charlotte sat down next to the little calf and watched as she laid a collection of paper pieces in front of her. "Pick which ones you like and I'll hang them up in your room, ok?" For the first time in her life Charlotte felt an overwhelming peace. She didn't like making friends or experiencing change, but this little Penelope kid sure did seem like she knew what she was doing.

[Namida_☾]

“I’d like to help harvest!”
Username: Namida_☾
Buttermilk: Lola

“I’d like to help harvest some more!”
Username: Namida_☾
Buttermilk: Lola
Word Count: 119 words
Prompt:

Lola is a very social cow and loves to meet new people. It is very easy for her to just go to people and begin a conversation with them. She always finds something to talk about and loves to talk with others and learn new things from them or just in general learn something about them.
When she was little, she was always very curious and wanted to know more about the world, but since her mother didn't allow her to travel yet, she always took every opportunity to talk to someone who travelled around. This way, she became very social and never understood why others were afraid to just go to people and start a conversation with them.

[lucas tazmily]

“I’d like to help harvest!”
Username: Pufferheart
Buttermilk: Beth

“I’d like to help harvest some more!”
Username: Pufferheart
Buttermilk: Beth
Word Count: 85 words
Prompt: When meeting new buttermilks, Beth usually scares them off with her gruff and angry attitude. She gets angry very easily, so you'll have to be very patient and careful not to get her annoyed.

Surprisingly, Beth loves meeting new people. She dreams of finding a buttermilk who perfectly understands her and that they become best friends for life. It hasn't happened yet, but she can keep on dreaming. She says she can't help it if all those other buttermilks just don't get along with her.

[Northstar.]

“I’d like to help harvest!”
Username: Northstar.
Buttermilk: Eponine

“I’d like to help harvest some more!”
Username: Northstar.
Buttermilk: Eponine
Word Count: 465 (got carried away oops)
Prompt:

[takes place in Eponine's zombie au]

It's been a long time since she's seen another person. Another living person, that is. The dead wander the streets in herds.

They're more active at night. Faster. Fiercer. You make it back before dark or you don't make it back at all.

Eponine made a fatal mistake. She could've been back in her cozy nest of a museum, protected by boarded windows and thick walls, feeding the few feral cats that wandered by. Instead, she was stranded on the roof of a grocery truck, surrounded by a huge herd of zombies, with a pair of chittering parakeets in her backpack and no water.

"Idiot, idiot, idiot," she murmurs into the roof, hands hitting the metal with ever word. The truck is alone on the sidewalk, half parked half crashed into brick wall. There's a balcony ten feet up and she can't reach it.

The birds chirp violently from their box as the van rattles and shakes. Eponine grits her teeth and settles in for the long haul.

xxx

Night falls and dawn breaks with no change. The city is dead quiet save for the rattling van. She's going to die here, with two little birds for company. And after all she's been through? She survived so long for this? Eponine screams and screams until her voice is lost in the wind.

xxx

The noontime sun is bright and burning. Eponine is lost in a daze, cheeks sunburnt and eyes glassy. She almost thinks she's imagined the end of a rope that falls from the sky and hangs in midair. She glances up and up until her eyes meet the deep blue gaze of the first living person she's seen in, well - forever.

And then they're gone.

Eponine snaps out of her stupor, trying to yell at them to wait. All that comes out is scratchy cries. The white heifer leaps to the next building and pauses. Eponine scrambles up the rope to the the ledge, breath heaving and birds panicking. Her eyes dart from building to building to find the white speckled heifer. There! Two buildings away and moving fast!

She leaps to the next building.

"Wait!" she croaks, sprinting after.

The white heifer doesn't. She doesn't even pause in her escape.

"Please!" Eponine yells. She almost stumbles from the next rooftop. It's all she can do to keep up. Her lungs burn, legs aching until she stumbles and collapses.

The strange heifer slides down a firescape and before her feet touch the ground a missile in the form of a hammer flies right overhead. The heifer pauses and looks up to give Eponine a glare that could peel paint.

Eponine, without shame, waggles her fingers in a friendly wave and grins.

"I don't miss," she croaks at the stranger, right before they disappear... like a ghost.

[surfingmars]

“I’d like to help harvest!”
Username: surfingmars
Buttermilk: Paisley

“I’d like to help harvest some more!”
Username: surfingmars
Buttermilk: Paisley
Word Count: 75
Prompt:
Paisley is a social butterfly with a very friendly demeanor. She thoroughly enjoys making new friends and prides herself in being able to talk to almost anyone. In general when first meeting someone she opens the conversation with a warm smile, she then compliments some aspect of them, and finally asks how they are. She considers herself very easy to talk to, and is happy to listen to any story that someone has to offer.

[drift.]

“I’d like to help harvest!”
Username: drift,
Buttermilk: Lori

prompt; Lori is a shy heifer who would rather sit at home with
a tub of her favorite moosetracks icecream and her favorite show
than go out and socializa, let alone meet people she doesn't know.
She's rather afraid of how people will treat her or react when they
get to know her. She's a constant worrier, and meeting people
stresses her out and makes her feel insecure. There's only
been a few times that Lori has felt comfortable with someone
she's just met, but only one she's remained close with.

90 words

[EchoLeaf]

“I’d like to help harvest!”
Username: EchoLeaf
Buttermilk: Ganna

“I’d like to help harvest some more!”
Username: EchoLeaf
Buttermilk: Ganna
Word Count: 97
Prompt: Ganna loves to meet new faces. Being the adventurous type she is, she visits a lot of different towns and likes to get to know at least ten new people! She can often distinguish where someone is from and gets a bit nosy about it pretty quickly. Despite liking meeting new people, she also sometimes has a hard time not making sarcastic or sassy remarks about the person or where they're from. When she speaks to new people she's rather loud so usually, newcomers are a bit thrown off of wanting to maintain a conversation with her.

[Micki.]

x
“I’d like to help harvest!”
Username: Micki.
Buttermilk: Mia

“I’d like to help harvest some more!”
Username: Micki.
Buttermilk: Mia
Word Count: 757
Prompt:

Sssssst. Crunch. Bang!

And just like that, the expensive, shiny Bentley slowed to a halt, barely making any sound at all as it came to a stop in the middle of the long, winding dirt road. The dark tinted windows and black paint were splattered with mud and dirt as the rain continued to poor. Silence, nothing but the pouring rain and rustling of the woods around her.

Out of the silence came a loud, “UGH!!!” piercing the quiet.

A tall, thin blonde woman hopped out of the large SUV. Her hair was styled in a neat, slicked back bun, and her clothes were equally neat. She wore a dark gray, white pinstriped Prada pencil skirt and matching blazer with an effortless looking – but ridiculously expensive – light pink Dior button up blouse. Her shoes were her pride and joy, though: custom made light pink Christian Louboutin 6” pumps.

In a matter of seconds, however, her perfectly styled outfit was soaking wet and her hair was falling out of place.

“I’M TOO RICH FOR THIS crap!!” she shrieked, kicking the door of her Bentley furiously in what would appear to the average eye to be a tantrum. “Oh no,” she whined, noticing a scuff on the front of her pumps, “My poor babies… I am so, so sorry.” Only a second later, she was screaming again and kicking once more at the door.

Afterwards, she straightened up and pushed the wet strands at the front of her face behind her ear, held her head up high, and started marching down the dirt road. She had no idea where she was going, but she certainly looked determined and sophisticated – even soaking wet.

Then, came a voice: “Do you need any help?”

The blonde woman whipped around, but found no one behind her, “Who are you and WHAT do you want?!” she yelled. Another woman stepped out from what seemed like the middle of the woods, much larger than her.

“I’m Lee, and I only want to help – you look like you’re in a bit of a bind,” she stated plainly, shrugging as she added, “But I can always just head back to my farm and leave you here. Fair warning, though: there’s nothing around for miles.”

A groan, “Fine!” she hissed.

“And your name is?” Lee asked as she started to walk back towards the wood. The other woman slumped her shoulders and stayed silent for a long while before she finally let out a heavy, exasperated sigh and hissed, “Mia.”

As they got closer, Mia realized that Lee had come from a pathway through the woods. She squinted her eyes, shoulders still slumped over as she followed the large woman down the path. Lee talked as the two of them walked, but Mia ignored her in favor of dreaming about her warm, comfortable condo back in the city. Why had she ever left? ‘For a stupid business meeting?’ she thought, bitterly.

“It’s not even my business!”

Lee turned around and looked at the blonde, eyebrows raised and confusion written on her face, “What?”

“Nothing!” Mia huffed, trudging past Lee.

Before too long, the path opened out onto a large plot of land. “A farm?!” the blond yelled, her lip up-turned as she looked over the property from the end of the pathway, “Well that’s just brilliant! I might as well go back to my car!”

Lee walked past her and, without even looking back at Mia, stated very evenly, “Have fun with that, sweetheart. I don’t need any precious daisies here anyways.”

Mia let out a low growl and followed Lee, her arms straight down by her sides and fists clenched in anger. ‘How dare this woman? How dare she talk to me like this?!’ she thought, clenching her jaw and narrowing her eyes at the back of Lee’s head.

When Lee opened the door, a wonderful burst of warm air hit Mia like a truck. She straightened up, and her expression changed to one of relief as she crossed over the threshold. ‘Warmth – finally,’ she thought, sinking down into the couch. She propped her feet up on the coffee table in front of her and closed her eyes, a satisfied smile settling onto her pretty features.

“I guess you don’t need to be told to make yourself at home, then.”

She opened her eyes and gave a too-sweet smile, “Oh, honey,” Mia’s words dripped in honey, but there was something oddly venomous about them, “Everywhere is your home if you’re rich enough.”

[Yodel]

“I’d like to help harvest!”
Username: Yodel
Buttermilk: Alli

“I’d like to help harvest some more!”
Username: Yodel
Buttermilk: Alli
Word Count: 168 words
Prompt:

Alli trotted up to the light brown heifer across the dense field, butterflies in her belly at the idea of meeting someone new. Alli had always been shy, ever since she was a wee calf. She was always thinking about what others’ opinions must be of her, always wanting it to be the best it could be. She would hate for someone to think less of her if she had anything to say about it. Her biggest worry would be that someone would point out her unusually long horns, her biggest insecurity. All of this anxiety, however, does not apply to animals. Alli is the biggest animal lover and goes out of her way to introduce herself to any animal she meets. She wished she could apply that boldness to fellow bovine, but alas, at least she could try.

“H-hi” she responded to Elizabeth’s greeting, “Uh, I’d love to help, I guess.” Alli looked nervously at the ground, then back up at Elizabeth. “Where should I get started..?”

[bluex]

“I’d like to help harvest!”
Username: bluex
Buttermilk: Lyre

“I’d like to help harvest some more!”
Username: bluex
Buttermilk: Lyre
Word Count: 151 words
Prompt: Lyre is a deceptive little heifer, and has been since she was a weanling. From the moment she meets a new cow, she'll gather dirt on them and have it at the ready to use as ammunition should she ever need it. Her soft eyes give her the advantage of seeming innocent, but she couldn't care less about how other cattle feel about her - as long as she gets what she wants from each and everyone of them. The earthy-toned Lyre is quite a smart heifer, and though her youth is fading away her mischief is only getting worse. Whenever a new cow enters her life, they unknowingly stick around for a bit too long and end up getting hurt. Very few are able to see through Lyre's schemes since she keeps them so secretive, even the bovines she lets get close to her don't know about the half of them!