The Cow of Orb's Light (May 3008) - [Kelet]
Jul 27, 2018 11:41:02 GMT -5
Post by Buruu Zam Ükher on Jul 27, 2018 11:41:02 GMT -5
Everything was brighter here.
Ükher could hardly recall the darkness he had known before this place. He stepped, long legs still erratic and light in movement as he ambled forward. Many hooves tromped and paced around him, but there was only one set he had any care for. Large brown eyes looked upward to the tall, warm shape beside him, the shadow of large up-turned horns casting down over his small face. "Mooo," he offered. He gave a small jump.
His mother chewed the green, stiff strings slowly, offering him a look that swept her large face to peer down to him. She made no reply, and with a huff swallowed her food and lowered her head to eat once more.
The calf was hardly concerned with her lack of interest, and bounded a few hops about her legs in efforts to sway her mind. There would be time for her to eat later; playtime was for now.
His little hooves passed Ükher over the jade-hued strings, kicking up clots of brown dirt as he skipped along his way. The winds whistled by his ears, sweeping in from the waving sky of mirrors, adding a murmur to the mutter of the Steppe's dancing foliage.
Something small fluttered by his nose, and the calf halted quick enough that his forehooves dug into the earth. Ükher turned his head, wide eye growing ringed in white in startle as he stared. It was not like the birds that lived around his herd; this was smaller, and did not have the wispy hairs that helped the other birds fly. This one looked like a petal, yellow like the sun soaring overhead.
Up, down. In a circle, zigging, and zagging. The petal-flyer moved quick, using no hooves like Ükher had to use. His mother was busy and could not play; the petal-flyer, though, wanted to! Gangling strides began to sweep the little calf forward, hopping and bouncing as he chorused a happy moo to the bright afternoon. It was faster than he was; though, it was much smaller.
Jump. Dash. Skip. "Mooooo!"
The petal-flyer continued to dart, to lead little Ükher on a chase through the great horned herd around him. Eyes followed him as he went, slow jaws crunching at their food. The calf paid them no mind.
Once more the petal-flyer ducked and darted, and Ükher tried to turn just as quickly. His knobby knees suddenly seemed a knot, and he stumbled down onto the ground. The little cow was quick to try and rise, snorting the flecks of dirt that clung to his nose off. It tickled. He shook, and drew himself slowly to his hooves once more. The petal-flyer was gone. Over the crest of the hill, though, something white gleaned in the light of the midafternoon; a strange looking cow, certainly. Two legs, white skin. Long ears from under the strange hair at the top of the figure's shape. They looked to be bound together, the ears. Something rang between them. "Moo," he called tentatively, his tail swishing from side to side in trepidation.
The figure was so bright. Like the orb in the sky. He blinked, waiting. Maybe it would moo, too.
Ükher could hardly recall the darkness he had known before this place. He stepped, long legs still erratic and light in movement as he ambled forward. Many hooves tromped and paced around him, but there was only one set he had any care for. Large brown eyes looked upward to the tall, warm shape beside him, the shadow of large up-turned horns casting down over his small face. "Mooo," he offered. He gave a small jump.
His mother chewed the green, stiff strings slowly, offering him a look that swept her large face to peer down to him. She made no reply, and with a huff swallowed her food and lowered her head to eat once more.
The calf was hardly concerned with her lack of interest, and bounded a few hops about her legs in efforts to sway her mind. There would be time for her to eat later; playtime was for now.
His little hooves passed Ükher over the jade-hued strings, kicking up clots of brown dirt as he skipped along his way. The winds whistled by his ears, sweeping in from the waving sky of mirrors, adding a murmur to the mutter of the Steppe's dancing foliage.
Something small fluttered by his nose, and the calf halted quick enough that his forehooves dug into the earth. Ükher turned his head, wide eye growing ringed in white in startle as he stared. It was not like the birds that lived around his herd; this was smaller, and did not have the wispy hairs that helped the other birds fly. This one looked like a petal, yellow like the sun soaring overhead.
Up, down. In a circle, zigging, and zagging. The petal-flyer moved quick, using no hooves like Ükher had to use. His mother was busy and could not play; the petal-flyer, though, wanted to! Gangling strides began to sweep the little calf forward, hopping and bouncing as he chorused a happy moo to the bright afternoon. It was faster than he was; though, it was much smaller.
Jump. Dash. Skip. "Mooooo!"
The petal-flyer continued to dart, to lead little Ükher on a chase through the great horned herd around him. Eyes followed him as he went, slow jaws crunching at their food. The calf paid them no mind.
Once more the petal-flyer ducked and darted, and Ükher tried to turn just as quickly. His knobby knees suddenly seemed a knot, and he stumbled down onto the ground. The little cow was quick to try and rise, snorting the flecks of dirt that clung to his nose off. It tickled. He shook, and drew himself slowly to his hooves once more. The petal-flyer was gone. Over the crest of the hill, though, something white gleaned in the light of the midafternoon; a strange looking cow, certainly. Two legs, white skin. Long ears from under the strange hair at the top of the figure's shape. They looked to be bound together, the ears. Something rang between them. "Moo," he called tentatively, his tail swishing from side to side in trepidation.
The figure was so bright. Like the orb in the sky. He blinked, waiting. Maybe it would moo, too.