Post by opossumblossom on Jun 10, 2020 15:59:27 GMT -5
Silo Hereford
Middle child
15 y/o Female
District 10, the Livestock District
Silo’s ivy eyes glimmered in wonder as she watched the year’s newest calf roam around the Hereford Ranch. A broad smile finally blessed her rose quartz lips while her golden hair cascaded down her back in bountiful waves. Silo’s sun-kissed skin savoured the beautiful beaming rays of light above her. Her tiny, calloused hands barely shielded her oval face from the sun as she scanned the ranch for the other cattle. Impossibly thick eyelashes blinked away any dust blown her way as her 5’0” frame strode the animals.
Silo’s slim body displayed her athleticism but also showed the hardships that had fallen upon the Herefords for years. The tenuous tasks given to the young girl aided in the toning of her body. Silo ran for kilometres every day, making sure all the fences were intact and no animals had escaped. Her arms gained muscle through the years from lifting between 22 kg to 35 kg of hay daily to feed the cattle. She hadn’t been fully introduced to the slaughtering of animals- as her parents had been strong believers that the age of 16 was the perfect time to start learning the basics. Silo had yet to cut meat for dinner and she didn’t think she would be responsible for killing anything. Ever.
“Hey, girl,” her soft voice whispered as she slowly approached her current favourite cow- Carrot. Peace washed over her as she lovingly scratched the back of Carrot’s ear. Her heart swelled as the large black and white animal cuddled into her hand. She knew having friendships with her animals wasn’t ideal. You’re soft, her family would mock. She could envision the disappointed look on her father’s face as she continued to bond this year’s meat like a household pet.
“Silo, stop petting the food and get to the house. Dinner is on the table.” Silo looked over at the obtrusive voice that ruined her peace. Her second to youngest sibling, Deere, stared at her with giant ocean eyes as his stringy blond hair sat messily atop his head. The 7 year old’s frame was small for his age, hollow cheeks showed years of undernutrition. “I reckon’ he’s gonna kill that one next,” he pointed toward Carrot. “Daddy knows you love her, he’ll make you kill it to fix you. I heard them.”
