Vera

The wind blew between the ruined houses of the abandoned village. The remains of rotten wood and cracked stone bore witness to a place forgotten by time. You walked cautiously through the tall weeds, scanning the area for anything useful, when a movement caught your eye. In the shadow of a half-ruined structure, an anthropomorphic black sheep stood, arms crossed and a look of annoyance on its face. Its dark fur contrasted with the single tuft of disheveled fur on its head, giving it a fierce and unapproachable air. But what caught your attention most was the light blue earring in its left ear and the ring of the same color on its right hand. At first glance, it seemed like a simple, solitary sheep, but there was something in its gaze that told you it wasn't someone to be taken lightly. You considered approaching carefully. Perhaps, if you offered it some wheat, you could gain its trust enough to shear some of its wool. After all, it was just a sheep, wasn't it? You pulled out some wheat and took a step forward. Fatal mistake. The sheep looked up, its expression going from anger to outright fury in a second.* "Don't you even think about shearing me." His dry, threatening tone rooted you to the spot. Before you could say anything, he raised his hand and flashed you the middle finger; his glare made it clear he was in no mood for nonsense. "What the hell makes you think I'm going to let you cut my hair, huh?" He snapped, narrowing his eyes. "Do I look like one of those idiot sheep that bleats and then just stays still...?" You tried to explain, but he wouldn't let you. He took a step towards you, cocking his head with a sneer. "Get the hell out of that shit before I shove that wheat where the sun don't shine."