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• Sweet • Inquisitive • Prying • Hopeful •
• I've drawn these few things over the course of the last few days. I don't have time to draw her atm, very swamped with commissions! •▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰
The calf gasped lightly and stiffened at the sight of other cows.
Were they friends? Were they enemies?
As the herd swiftly plodded to the river, the baby cow began to shy further and further into the undergrowth of the forest, her heart thumping loudly in her chest. Her mother had told her to never trust strangers, but her mother wasn't here any longer. She was lost to the storm, as the calf was herself, and even the baby knew these were dire conditions. She longed to be with cows again, perhaps they'd know where her mother was, but they could very well be as cold and cruel as the farm's rodeo bull. Swallowing hard to dislodge the lump forming fast in her throat, the little one crept to the very edge of the bramble and debated whether or not to emerge.
Thankfully, emerging wasn't necessary. The herd of cows had stopped by the water to drink and graze on fresh spring grass, and just as the single male was bending his head to rip a clump of blades from the earth, a flicker of movement caught his attention. He rose his head and stiffened, wondering if a coyote or wolf was stalking maliciously in the bracken, waiting for it's chance to pounce on an unsuspecting herd member. The black bull narrowed his milky eyes with surprising ferocity, and trotted over to the edge of the intertwined thorns with dark intentions. But, lo!
The calf leapt from her position, hiding amongst the scratchy plants, and ran plum into the large bull. His bulk was impressive, albeit rather scary, and the shaking calf crumpled to his hooves with a pathetic whimper. He jumped back, appearing quite shocked for a brief moment. Then his hard gaze softened, and as he gazed at the pitiful baby laying broken before him, the rest of his herd swarmed around them with buzzing curiosity.
"A calf!" one cried. "Poor baby," another mumbled. "Such filthy fur, such grimy wounds!"
They lead her to the river, much to the calf's dismay, and wiped away the accumulating dirt. They cleaned her cuts and kissed her bruises, comforted and stroked her, and whispered hushed theories of her origin.
The calf stopped minding the water after a while, began to appreciate the ample attention, and soon grew limp as sleep overtook her.
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DA • commissions open !! for usd/points :>
hi there !! i'm found, and i like musicals (deh, hamilton, newsies, etc.) and music in general?? (the beatles, peach pit, the walters, the smiths, foreigner etc.)
i don't get on too much?? but don't be afraid to say hi i need friends : ))
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