#two cows

Space: Your cows act erratically, testing you at every moment. You learn to be as fluid as water, adapting to every wacky situation they put you in.

Time: Your cows move slowly, as if you are on a coffee binge and everything is in slow motion. You need to think before you act.

Light: You have two cows. They didn't seem like much at first, but now you're starting to see how they are diamonds in the rough.

Void: You have two cows but they don't moo or do "cow" things. They're good companions otherwise though, so the rest doesnt really matter.

Life: The twin calves you have were sickly at first, but you didn't give up in helping them get better. It also improved your own self confidence!

Doom: You had two cows, but one was always ill. Eventually, you decided to let it slip away peacefully via painless euthanasia.

Breath: Your cows lead you into a wild space, where no one is around to order you around or hold you back. You act for yourself, going as your whims take you.

Blood: Taking care of your cows was too much on your own. At least your loved ones were willing to help when you asked!

Heart: Others thought the way you raised cows was strange. You ignored them, as your cows loved you all the more for it.

Mind: One of your cows accidentally breaking it's leg nearly set you into a panic, but calmly assessing the situation made sure you got your cow the proper medical attention.

Hope: You stayed up all night helping your cow as she gave labor. For awhile it looked bad, but by morning she gave birth to a beautiful calf. You knew things would turn out alright.

Rage: You were told you were being given two cows, but instead were presented with two monstrosities on 4 legs each. You slew them immediately.

Heir: Taking care of cows comes naturally to you. You started at a young age, and your skills have only grown with time. Your name and face is associated with cow care.

Seer: Cow behavior is so fascinating to you. You spent years studying them before deciding to teach others. People call you the cow whisperer. A moniker well earned.

Knight: Your calves are vulnerable to predators like coyotes and bears. You create a fortress around your farm and become an expert in every tool you have to keep the wildlife at bay. They're YOUR cows!

Witch: You have set up a system to keep your herd organized. You have binders full of charts and graphs, and conduct the plans within accordingly. Your farm is like a well oiled machine and you are the sole mechanic.

Rogue: People are starving. You take cows from your massive herd and distribute them among the people. They become strong from the milk and meat.

Maid: You have many cows. People often stop by your farm to pick up a cow or two for themselves. You give them away freely. The more cow owners, the merrier.

Page: You started out as a kid having to raise a sickly calf. Now you have many herds of cattle all taken care of through the effort of your own hard work.

Prince: A rabid, rampaging bull has maimed and killed several people. You use a sniper rifle to shoot it right between the eyes. You are a hero.

Sylph: You run a hospital for cows. You will fix every problem your precious bovines have, or die trying.

Bard: There is a cow overpopulation problem. You release several of them into predator rich territory and grab some popcorn for the show.

Mage: You have written a book on cows using your own experiences working with them. At first rejected, people now accept your teachings with gusto.

Thief: A tyrant is hoarding all the cows. You take them for yourself and then use the milk and meat for your own gain. Those complaining should've acted faster.

Lord: Your herds of cows are on more than a thousand hills and in more than a thousand valleys. Everyone knows you as the master of cows. You have many people under your employ; they say you're tough but fair.

Space: You have two cows. They are constantly finding ways to stay outside longer. You have ended up expanding your farm three times over so they have more to discover.

Time: There are two cows. They have existed long before you and will exist long after you're gone. Their soft eyes have seen eons you cannot fathom.

Light: You have two cows. Both love to keep your attention focused on them, and you have read up on bovine behavior in order to understand them. Now you write about cows.

Void: There are two cows, but you can never find them. Milk already processed and bottled occasionally appears out of nowhere. You don't particularly care either way.

Life: There are two cows. Robust and in their prime, you tenderly groom them for breed shows. Their manure causes your crops to grow to be even more delicious than before.

Doom: You have two cows. They require a lot of specialized care so you have to tell others how to act around them. The barn they live in has a lot of safety measures in place so no one gets hurt by accident.

Breath: There are two cows. You let them go free ages ago. Sometimes you hear their contented mooing echoing across the hillside, and smile.

Blood: You have two cows who you raised like your own children. They would die for you and you for them. You can't imagine life without them. They're in your will.

Heart: You have two cows, each with their own name. Their moos are distinctive. Whenever you imagine them they appear instantly in your own mind; it is impossible to forget them or be unable to tell them apart.

Mind: You have two cows. They live in a labyrinth of corn which you need to navigate daily in order to care for them. Maze puzzles don't entertain you anymore; they're too easy.

Hope: There are two cows. They stargaze every time you forget to bring them in. Sometimes you join them, and think about your place in the universe. Then you go on adventures together during the day.