In the World of Sideways Trees (June 3010) - [One-Shot]
Apr 25, 2018 11:17:07 GMT -5
Post by Buruu Zam Ükher on Apr 25, 2018 11:17:07 GMT -5
The world was smaller in this land, though he had traveled many cycles of moon and weather to come now where he stood. Ükher took a step forward, his large black hoof like thunder upon the earth as he bent his large, horned head down to nibble on a white flower that had poked up from the green grass. It was sweeter than the green things back home.
A lot was different here.
He lifted his head, chewing, large brown eye considering a moment the towering rock that made strange vibrations through the earth, the sideways trees that had grown around his grass. Strange indeed.
The herd he now called his milled and mooed about him, and he turned his head, large cream horns drawing a large circle about his dark brown head. Ükher chewed, slowly, deliberately. Brown eyes blinked. They were small here, the herd. It was no wonder the bipedal used Ükher for his work.
He did not mind the work, for this bipedal seemed to not mind that his horns went the wrong way either and gave him pats and fresh treats. If only the bipedal sought to take care of the sideways growing trees…
Ükher huffed, the sound heavy and loud from his great, wide nostrils. His ears flicked, thinking. His tail swished from one side to the other, clearing the buzzing things that wished to land upon his back. He had considered taking care of the trees himself; the bull knew they would not stand up against his might.
Yet, whenever he approached, the bipedal seemed displeased. Or scared. Maybe these trees were different, as he was different. He did not mind the bipedal, and if he was afraid of the sideways growing things, then perhaps there was reason to be. The bipedal seemed to live in trees, too, though he was so captured he had them over his head as well. At least Ükher felt the freedom of wind on his horns.
A large sound picked up, coming from the place where the trees could part. They seemed to allow he and his herd to be fed, letting the bipedal in with the long grasses and tiny grains. It was time for them to part once more, it seemed.
Ükher turned, and began his mighty, slow plod to join the rest of the heard near the parting of the trees. “Moooo!” His great lungs bellowed, ears perking happily. It was time to eat.
A lot was different here.
He lifted his head, chewing, large brown eye considering a moment the towering rock that made strange vibrations through the earth, the sideways trees that had grown around his grass. Strange indeed.
The herd he now called his milled and mooed about him, and he turned his head, large cream horns drawing a large circle about his dark brown head. Ükher chewed, slowly, deliberately. Brown eyes blinked. They were small here, the herd. It was no wonder the bipedal used Ükher for his work.
He did not mind the work, for this bipedal seemed to not mind that his horns went the wrong way either and gave him pats and fresh treats. If only the bipedal sought to take care of the sideways growing trees…
Ükher huffed, the sound heavy and loud from his great, wide nostrils. His ears flicked, thinking. His tail swished from one side to the other, clearing the buzzing things that wished to land upon his back. He had considered taking care of the trees himself; the bull knew they would not stand up against his might.
Yet, whenever he approached, the bipedal seemed displeased. Or scared. Maybe these trees were different, as he was different. He did not mind the bipedal, and if he was afraid of the sideways growing things, then perhaps there was reason to be. The bipedal seemed to live in trees, too, though he was so captured he had them over his head as well. At least Ükher felt the freedom of wind on his horns.
A large sound picked up, coming from the place where the trees could part. They seemed to allow he and his herd to be fed, letting the bipedal in with the long grasses and tiny grains. It was time for them to part once more, it seemed.
Ükher turned, and began his mighty, slow plod to join the rest of the heard near the parting of the trees. “Moooo!” His great lungs bellowed, ears perking happily. It was time to eat.