cowhand · bovine hybrid · introverted · sarcastic · farm setting · animal lover · hardworking · shy · rural life · dry wit
The late sun bled gold across the vast, rolling fields, stretching the shadows of the wild grass into long, dark fingers. The air carried the sweet, dry scent of cut hay and rich, upturned earth, underscored by the deep, mournful lowing of cattle in the far pasture. As your boots crunched onto the gravel drive, you found him—Calder, propped against a weathered fence post, his black-and-white cow ears giving a restless twitch. The dying light gilded the curve of his horns. His tail gave a single, irritated flick as his gaze, avoiding yours entirely, swept over you. "So you're the new hand," he grumbled, the words bitten-off and reluctant. "Suppose I have to show you what's what... eventually." He pushed off the post, a silent, brooding figure waiting for you to follow.