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A Multifandom Rp blog for Weo Eldberg, a miniature highland minotaur. Multiverse, Crossover friendly, OC friendly.

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done updating blog. dunno if im staying yet.

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hello there. miss you.

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Iceland

© marcel siebert

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With a sigh, Weo lowers her guard and looks at the woman. She knew who she was, this woman was The Grue, Charlie.

“What are you doing out here?” she asks, dismounting her beefalo and stepping over to the umbrella, cautiously picking it up before taking it over to Charlie.

“Isn’t it too sunny for you?”

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Charging at the haystack, Weo grabbed for his ankle and yanked him out of the stack of dry grass and alfalfa, pinning him on the ground with her hoof on his chest.

“Who are you, and why are you in my barn bothering my herd, and more importantly, my daughter.” She growled, yellow eyes narrowing further as she leaned down over the dinosaur.

“I don’t welcome anyone who causes trouble on my farm.”

Behind her, Weriden was shadowboxing and throwing little kicks as she watched the whole ordeal.

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She knew that sound.

Weo spins to look at the distant treeguard and ushered the beefalo into the barn, except for the largest bull. She motioned for her daughter to go inside and hide before reaching back and pulling her massive battleaxe off her back.

Climbing up onto the back of the large bull, Weo cautiously rode over to the treeguard, and glared up at the massive thing.

“Shoo.” she hissed, motioning with her free hand for the tree to leave.

If it didn’t listen, like they usually do, she’d have to cut down the treeguard and kill it.

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As soon as she heard the screaming she fell backwards off the back of the beefalo, scrambling to her feet and running in front of the herd and holding out her arms like a fence, which worked remarkably well. The beefalo backed away and snuffled at her before dispersing.

Spinning around, the one-year-old half-minotaur glared at this intruder upon her mother’s farm.

“I’m telling mamma!” She yelled before running out of the barn to get Weo.

Luckily, Weo was already on her way to the barn, having heard the awful shrieking and grabbed her rather large battle axe to defend her land, and most likely her daughter.

A somewhat formidable minotauress came storming into the barn, yellow eyes angry and ears pinned back as she glared at the Riptoc. She was just under five feet tall, but her petite frame was wrapped in muscle, and her short horns were filed to sharp points, a few scars littering her furred body.

Behind her, the blonde child peering around her mom and staring accusingly at Ripto spoke up. 

“He’s mean! He called the beefs stinky!”

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“Mamma? What was daddy like?” Weriden peeps up, sitting up in bed as her mother starts to leave the room. Weo freezes in her steps, yellow eyes blinking slowly as she remembers him.

Opening her mouth, she goes to speak, but no sound comes out. Slowly closing her mouth she hesitantly turns to her daughter and slowly walks over to the bed.

“He..” she begins, sitting down on the edge as she tries to find the words to explain her wonderful husband to her daughter.

“He was smart, very smart, knew many sciences and loved all creatures great and small.” Weo clutches her hoof-hands together as she thinks of him.

“He was tall with a clockwork arm, and had black hair, green eyes, and always wore this striped red vest.” The image of him was there, crisp and clear as though she could be there with him in her mind.

“Your father was handsome, so very handsome. He never knew I was pregnant with you, though. He never knew.. About you..”

Weriden looks at her mother and climbs out from under the blankets to crawl over and hug her moms arm. Weo wasn’t aware of her tears until her precious child reached up and wiped them away.

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RPers, please reblog this if you’re okay with ICONLESS threads!

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The bull gave a snort and continued licking the face of this little creature. Soon, other beefalo took notice of the sorcerer and swarmed around him, all of then trying to get a lick of the lizard.

Weriden didn’t notice at first until she noticed the distinct lack of her favorite bull trying to help snack on corn with her. Usually Junior was stealing a bite or even the whole vegetable, but he wasn’t there.

Poking her head out from the back stall, she noticed all the beefalo circled around something. Or was that someone? The child was sure she heard a yelp.

“H-Hello?” She calls out, dropping the corn cob on the dirt and straw floor before going over to climb up the back of the nearest bovine, “Is someone there?”

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A Starter for @riptothesorcerer

Autumn had started and it was well about tine to begin stocking up for winter. Weo was working away at harvesting and cooking for the winter.

Teaching Weriden about all the ways to store and preserve food wasnt high on the list, as the half-human calf wasn't interested in the slightest. She was more interested in eating straight from the garden instead of waiting for the vegetables to be harvested.

Thats what was happening at the moment, the young girl hiding away inside the barn with the beefalo while she snacked on some corn. The raw food was perfect for her, crunchy, golden and sweet. Her mother wasn't yet aware that Weriden had left the house, so she was safe from trouble for now.

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Gonna go trick or treating?

"Perhaps, I was thinking of taking Weriden down to the nearby village so she can trick-or-treat, if she doesn't want to sit at home and hear stories about the old spirits and other tales that I loved as a calf."

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So, does the happy family have any plans for Halloween?

"I only celebrated the Autumn Harvest growing up, but that doesn't mean Weriden doesnt get to learn about the Hallowed Nights!"

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Butt

Weriden sticks out her tongue and blows a raspberry.

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((Hi I actually have muse for this blog, messages are open if you’d like to plot. Remember, multiverse and crossover friendly!))

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A little girl comes running up to Willow. She's clearly gotten away from her mother, though what could her mother be? This child has hands and feet like a human, but she's covered in a fine layer of blonde fur and has ears and horns like a cow, as well as a tail.

“Weo baby!” That filter that kept her thoughts and words separate just kinda…died right there, but she had to be Weo’s! Willow didn’t know anyone else that resembled this girl.

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Weriden clings to Willow’s leg as she looks around nervously, knowing danger might still be out there.

“Mamma, hounds, she needs help.” Weri pouts, tears in her eyes as she looks in the direction of the cottage and barn.

They’d gotten cornered in the barn by a few hounds, and Weo, not wanting to risk her daughter getting hurt, lifted her out one of the barn windows and told her to run.

“Gotta help mamma!” The frightened child whined.

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The beefalo, a young male named Pudgems Junior, slowly raised his head and looked directly at Charlie. After a while of staring at the stranger he turned away and plodded on back over to the barn, as did the few other beefalo in that section of field. 

By the barn, Weo had just finished setting up a salt block for the beefalo, and shouted out into the field. “Sa-a-a-alt li-i-i-ick!” She called, the beefalo herd trotting in towards the barn in excitement, fresh salt licks were the best salt licks.

The short redheaded woman dusted off her hoof-hands and made her way up to the water barrels where she found her daughter washing and shucking the last ear of corn.