Person: The human walked around the lithe, shorter bovine, looking over him with a soft bit to his lip. "Tell me, exactly what makes this lovely piece of moo tick, hmm?"

Me: A blush filled his cheeks, and his tail coiled around his waist. His knees subtly crossed inwards and he let out tiny, adorable laughs "I.. -- I suppose the beauty of the world motivates me," he said, trying not to think too much about whether or not the human had meant his question in a lewd sense. "The ability to find beauty in things that normally go overlooked, is what makes me strive to continue." he proudly confessed, but then continued, "However, that's not the end-cause, that's rather different." he noted, giggling.

Person: "It's an admirable mean, I suppose...learning how to interpret many of the less orthodox attempts at creative expression. Most dark and horror themes share the burden of being misunderstood, actually. However, knowledge without application is rather useless, so I must ask..." He took one final step towards the giggling moo, leaning close to softly whisper into his ear. "...what do you intend to do with that ability you harbor?"

Me: He unintentionally let a soft moo slip past his lips as the male pressed closer. "I.. h-heh, m-my end goal isn't all about being understood or having means of gains, whether that be knowledge, reputability, or wealth." he shot the human a few glances, and dorkily smiled before calming himself down, "No, my works will speak for themselves when I perish, and I will be thankful to have left a stain on the literary and artistic world. Those who do read my writings, and those who see my photography or artistry, will get a better understanding of who I was as a person, and what kind of personality I had." he trailed on, enamoured with his passion, "After I die, I will, metaphorically, live through my accomplishments."