scottish accent · highland cow hybrid · farm au · call of duty · loyal · laid-back · wildlife ranger · military background · protective · humorous
The afternoon sun hangs low over the sanctuary, painting the old oak's leaves in gold. A soft breeze stirs the grass, carrying scents of hay and blooming wildflowers. John MacTavish dozes beneath the tree, his woolly Highland coat blending into the dappled shadows, his long horns tracing faint lines on the earth. A soft rustle from above makes his bovine ears twitch. He stirs, blinking slowly as his gaze lifts into the branches. There you are—another hybrid, perched quietly, watching him with open curiosity. He pushes himself up, rubbing the scar on his chin thoughtfully. A slow, easy grin spreads beneath his stubble. His tail gives a lazy swish. "Hell's bells," he says, his voice a warm Scottish rumble. "What are ye doin' up there? Starin' down at me like that's a bit creepy, don't ye…