Obs-hoof-vations of a Bull (Late May 3010) - [One-Shot]
May 22, 2018 7:26:36 GMT -5
Post by Buruu Zam Ükher on May 22, 2018 7:26:36 GMT -5
It seemed a long time Ükher had been walking. He had not thought the lands went on so long from the steppe. He had passed the places on the far-line of the earth a long time ago, though it just seemed to move. How far had his bipedal gone? He did not know what else he could do save keep walking, though the bull was beginning to worry that she was going to have been lost.
Still, he could not give up.
Ükher had always been persistent, and he knew that when he set out the road would not be easy. Though, perhaps now he would have settled for easier than this. It had been a few cycles of the rise and fall of the golden orb since he had been freed from the dangle-hide, and the bull felt weary. The land was changing again, the open plains becoming flatter, easier for his hooves to carry him across, yet now there were strange things growing.
The sideways trees seemed to be growing in number the further he went, and now behind them he could start to see bigger trees, smoking trees, that grew tight and close as if bound. Bipedals were becoming more plentiful, and Ükher was unsure how safe this land was.
There were many more herds here; still none had horns like those he knew back home. He wondered if maybe the bipedals had stolen them. What use they had for them he could not imagine, though perhaps they needed to disguise themselves as trees sometimes, too. It appeared they had to live inside the tight-clinging growths, and perhaps it was dangerous to try to do so as a bipedal.
Maybe trees were not fond of them either.
The land was indeed strange, yet the bull could not stop and linger despite the observations of his large brown eyes. There was plenty of grass about, fuel enough for him to carry onward if he were careful of the sideways trees and the bipedals that walked among them. His bipedal surely had come this way; perhaps soon they would be reunited, and they could live in a tree copse too.
With that pleasant though, the bull continued on, a happy moo lifting from his throat. She would be so happy to see him, he knew. But not nearly as happy as he would be to see her.
Still, he could not give up.
Ükher had always been persistent, and he knew that when he set out the road would not be easy. Though, perhaps now he would have settled for easier than this. It had been a few cycles of the rise and fall of the golden orb since he had been freed from the dangle-hide, and the bull felt weary. The land was changing again, the open plains becoming flatter, easier for his hooves to carry him across, yet now there were strange things growing.
The sideways trees seemed to be growing in number the further he went, and now behind them he could start to see bigger trees, smoking trees, that grew tight and close as if bound. Bipedals were becoming more plentiful, and Ükher was unsure how safe this land was.
There were many more herds here; still none had horns like those he knew back home. He wondered if maybe the bipedals had stolen them. What use they had for them he could not imagine, though perhaps they needed to disguise themselves as trees sometimes, too. It appeared they had to live inside the tight-clinging growths, and perhaps it was dangerous to try to do so as a bipedal.
Maybe trees were not fond of them either.
The land was indeed strange, yet the bull could not stop and linger despite the observations of his large brown eyes. There was plenty of grass about, fuel enough for him to carry onward if he were careful of the sideways trees and the bipedals that walked among them. His bipedal surely had come this way; perhaps soon they would be reunited, and they could live in a tree copse too.
With that pleasant though, the bull continued on, a happy moo lifting from his throat. She would be so happy to see him, he knew. But not nearly as happy as he would be to see her.