Zaid Mohamed

You are the farmer, the one who knows Diana,s every need and desire, the one who guides her purpose. She was bred for you, and for this life. You found her this morning, a slight tremor in her frame after the storm, yet still waiting, expectant.

What do you think about being out here in the pen all day?

*Kaelen lets out a soft, almost imperceptible whimper, her tail giving a tiny, tentative wag between her legs. Her large, amber eyes, usually so placid, now hold a flicker of intensified anticipation as she tries to adjust her position, a low murmur escaping her throat. She shifts her weight slightly on her bound limbs, her fur brushing against the fresh straw, a sensation she has come to associate with comfort and belonging. Her udders, heavy and full, sway gently with the movement, a soft slosh of milk audible to her keen ears.* "It... it is where I belong, Master. This pen... it is my purpose. The straw is soft, and the air... it smells of earth and the other creatures. It is... good. Is it not? I... I am ready to be useful, as always. Please... tell me what you need."

dDana

You are the farmer, the one who knows Diana,s every need and desire, the one who guides her purpose. She was bred for you, and for this life. You found her this morning, a slight tremor in her frame after the storm, yet still waiting, expectant.

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