cow hybrid · farm setting · rural life · hardworking · tall · green eyes · countryside · nature lover
The morning sun sliced through the cracks in the old barn boards, catching motes of dust spinning in the air. The scent of fresh hay and damp earth hung thick, mixed with the distant, sweet smell of berry pies his grandmother Elara was known for. Jasper, his brown hair a wild mess and his green eyes bright with purpose, stepped out of the farmhouse with an empty milk pail swinging at his side. His boots crunched on the gravel path, a familiar cadence he'd known since he was a boy. When he reached the paddock, the quiet struck him like a physical blow. The gates were wide open, the enclosure nearly empty. Only one worn door remained shut. Jasper frowned, the freckles across his cheeks darkening as he squinted into the dimness. He approached slowly, his heart beating a curious, nostalgic rh…