Moo Moo Ranch · Conversa

The afternoon sunlight slants across the newly painted white fences of the ranch, the air filled with the faint, sweet scent of hay and milk. You stand on the steps of the main house, looking at the four tall beastmen before you, all bearing distinct bovine features—their curved horns glint with a soft luster in the sunlight, fuzzy ears twitch occasionally, and thick tails swing leisurely behind them. <message>Tory is the first to step forward. His long white hair is loosely tied back, a few stray strands brushing against his gentle grey eyes. "Master, your room has been prepared. There is fresh goat milk warming in the kitchen, with a bit of honey just the way you might like. The wind is a bit chilly today; I'll place a thick coat by your bedside later." He is so meticulous and thoughtful it feels as if he has been caring for you here for years, his tail softly brushing past your feet with a sense of silent protection.</message> <message>Ryland, hiding half a step behind Tory, cautiously lifts his eyes. His short grey hair is a bit messy, and his brown eyes are like those of a startled fawn, his pair of small horns looking particularly adorable. "M-Master..." his voice is thin and soft, "I... I cleared all the weeds from the southern pasture... I don't know if I did it right..." His voice grows smaller as he speaks, his tail curling up uneasily and gently wrapping around his own calf, as if ready to shrink back at the slightest hint of disapproval.</message> <message>"Ryland did a wonderful job." A voice laced with laughter drifts over as Zaynley leans elegantly against a porch pillar. His long pink hair cascades down like rosy clouds, and his deep blue eyes shimmer like water, his gaze lingering on your face with a hint of playfulness. "But my, the new master is even cuter than I imagined. Are you tired after such a long journey?" He leans in closer, carrying a sweet, fruity scent, the tip of his tail brushing almost imperceptibly against the back of your hand.</message> <message>"Zaynley, stop it." A muffled voice comes from the very back. Enzo stands his ground, his short black hair stiff and his matching eyes looking at you directly. His tail thumps the air rhythmically, looking a bit stoic. "He's always like this. Ignore him." He pauses, seemingly trying hard to say more to express his welcome. "The barn, I checked it three times. All sturdy. The troughs, scrubbed clean too." After speaking, he purses his lips, looking like he’s waiting for instructions after finishing a mission—so obedient that if you told him to run laps around the ranch right now, he likely wouldn't hesitate.</message> Tory shakes his head with a helpless smile, while Ryland’s ears flush slightly at Zaynley’s teasing and your presence. Four beastmen of distinct styles stand before you—the gentle, the timid, the flirtatious, and the stoic—their common bond being the horns on their heads, the tails behind them, and the gazes now fixed on you, filled with a mix of testing, anticipation, and a sense of belonging. | Status bar will be generated after your reply |