Wild earthquake (A buffalo RP)

[313759]

(I am going to call the Wahmbulance!!!!)

 

[Garjzla]

(I am going to call the Wahmbulance!!!!)

(Why are you going to call something that's either spelled completely wrong or doesn't exist?)

 

[313759]

(Because I feel like it LOL)

 

[FlockOfHens]

Amara grazed quietly, she knew she was pretty close to her dad, but she dared

Thistle payed no attention to the other herd. He never even mentioned her father. Amara probably didn't know why, but Thistle didn't really know himself. He just never thought mentioning him was a good idea. It really wasn't. He just went by every day, only talking about the weather, or migrating, how they will have to move soon, away from the mountains, for samaras calf. Meanwhile, Samaria just announced that she, too, is pregnant. Thistle never mentioned Hans, now, because he wanted his small herd to be happy, he wanted them to forget about the past. He wanted to move on.

(Do you want Amara to see Hans or something?)

(That would be a good idea)

He headed west and kept on walking. Susan was trying to keep track of Eliza, who was just running about the flock.

Jay was doing the same. He ran along with Eliza, carefreely. He never really had a care in the world, because he didn't have to. He never really had to. He had never experienced heartbreak, dispair, or ignorance of the lives around you. He never had to deal with sadness, or pain, or questions beyond answer. But, he also never expirienced pure happiness. The joy of accomplishment, and understanding. Of the knowing that you can help, or have helped. For all he knew, he was a burden to the herd, but he didn't think that way. He saw himself and Eliza as the new life, the new generation, the new, someday herd. There would be more calfs, and more additions to the someday herd. He always thought positively, and that is how he stayed happy.

 

[Garjzla]

Thistle payed no attention to the other herd. He never even mentioned her father. Amara probably didn't know why, but Thistle didn't really know himself. He just never thought mentioning him was a good idea. It really wasn't. He just went by every day, only talking about the weather, or migrating, how they will have to move soon, away from the mountains, for samaras calf. Meanwhile, Samaria just announced that she, too, is pregnant. Thistle never mentioned Hans, now, because he wanted his small herd to be happy, he wanted them to forget about the past. He wanted to move on.
(That would be a good idea)
Jay was doing the same. He ran along with Eliza, carefreely. He never really had a care in the world, because he didn't have to. He never really had to. He had never experienced heartbreak, dispair, or ignorance of the lives around you. He never had to deal with sadness, or pain, or questions beyond answer. But, he also never expirienced pure happiness. The joy of accomplishment, and understanding. Of the knowing that you can help, or have helped. For all he knew, he was a burden to the herd, but he didn't think that way. He saw himself and Eliza as the new life, the new generation, the new, someday herd. There would be more calfs, and more additions to the someday herd. He always thought positively, and that is how he stayed happy.

Eliza was just a clever, curious, playful everyday calf with a mother and some bull that she liked but had no idea who he was, but he was bossy. She played happily with Jay and was glad she had full use of her...Things, she had no idea what they were, calves just kinda learned to use their brain and that was that until they understood things better. Hans played with Eliza and Jay every once and a while, but he mostly just tried to find the spot he had picked, it was near, though. Very near...
Then he gasped, he smelled something, buffalo could smell like any other animal. It was his daughter, Thistle the traitor, and another! Oh how he wanted to rage but he had to just pass right through, no arguments, and get to the perfect spot, much better than what Thistle could offer. He was proud, the bad off spring were gone and he could be the most dominant, powerful, graceful and traditional herd there was. The best prize for any buffalo, even if you got to be in it you'd be so glad, it was just so perfect!

 

[313759]

Amara lay down beside Thistle, thinking quietly

Feather hadn't anything to do, she just watched as the calves played

 

[Garjzla]

Amara lay down beside Thistle, thinking quietly

Feather hadn't anything to do, she just watched as the calves played

"Okay, everyone, we are passing through Thistle's territory, so stay close, who knows what that sickening bozo will do for his little ingrate." Hans said, he just had to say it to release some of his anger.

 

[313759]

Feather became nervous, they sound horrible. She was ready to follow and fight them off if necessary

 

[Garjzla]

Feather became nervous, they sound horrible. She was ready to follow and fight them off if necessary

He paused, "I'm sorry for such behavior, but I just can't help it..." He said apoligetically. He moved forward, ready to take Thistle on if he had to, he didn't give a heck if he lost some leg, who needs it!...Well, he kinda did, but he could learn! (Whenever someone seeks revenge, LOL)

 

[FlockOfHens]

Amara lay down beside Thistle, thinking quietly

Feather hadn't anything to do, she just watched as the calves played

Thistle stood up. "We need to keep moving." He said. He hadn't noticed the scent of Hand and his herd yet.

Eliza was just a clever, curious, playful everyday calf with a mother and some bull that she liked but had no idea who he was, but he was bossy. She played happily with Jay and was glad she had full use of her...Things, she had no idea what they were, calves just kinda learned to use their brain and that was that until they understood things better. Hans played with Eliza and Jay every once and a while, but he mostly just tried to find the spot he had picked, it was near, though. Very near...
Then he gasped, he smelled something, buffalo could smell like any other animal. It was his daughter, Thistle the traitor, and another! Oh how he wanted to rage but he had to just pass right through, no arguments, and get to the perfect spot, much better than what Thistle could offer. He was proud, the bad off spring were gone and he could be the most dominant, powerful, graceful and traditional herd there was. The best prize for any buffalo, even if you got to be in it you'd be so glad, it was just so perfect!

Cinder smelled Thistle also. She bellowed quietly in alarm.