Their arrival had many consequences but changed little. The stableships had come to land on American soil almost accidentally. From space it seemed the most cow-looking landmass. They were immediately fascinated by the humans and their abilities. Humans were however petty, handsy people. Their undeveloped frontal cortex was made up for by the utility of their two free hands. They were slow, though. Their first landing was tainted. Armourian cows are shaded differently. Their communal ranks are listed by colour, "red" being the most influential. The hotter their hue the more preconception played part in their telekinetic abilities. In most cases this would lead to a more violent wolf-pack hierarchy however like Bonobo moneys their natures tended to fall towards voracious love every time conflict arose. This is one thing that changed from their experiences on Earth.
4000 arrived on Earth, there are now a mere 1200 living in a secret utopia in the Rocky's. Infighting and crossbreeding were the two primary catalysts for the downsurge in population. The bickering began after the first month when the clan finally agreed to telekinetically reduce their auraish hues to blend in with the local population. Not only did a new visual concept of power enter their minds but the idea of secrecy did too. Their eager disappointment with the cognitive abilities of their distant cousins was making a mess of their intentions. When they spoke telepathically to the domestics the fear and distrust played out with panic and fleeism. They reacted to the Armourians in a similar way as to their human owners. There were a few performance bulls on the rodeo circuit which didn't panic when contacted, but their responsive signatures tended to err on the side of damaged soliel cells. They often only heard back FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT RED BLACK BLACK or similar uncourse.
Their disappointment settled in throughout the clan and they realised that there was little hope of building any larger community than the one they arrived with. The elders of hotter hue (disguised in plaincoats) had decided to try different methods of resolving the issue, feeling the need to provide hope while watching their seniority dwindle into a monochrome sunset.
They decided it wasn't rape because they were exactly imitating the courtship and mating methods of the domestics. A few disagreed, calling on the philosophy of knowledge and awareness as the demonizing or demoralising factor in the forced relationship, but they were overcome by popular opinion; something had to happen.
It was nighttime. They woke a particularly friendly domestic cow. They made sure to quiet their thoughts and not talk to each other lest she overhear and panic. They didn't corner, and tried to reflect the movements of the bulls they had spent time watching. There came the point finally when a senior Armourian bull made the mount and inserted himself, holding the panicky domestic tightly to ensure good contact and a fruitful take. The others watched in cast horror. The Armourians who witnessed the event became changed; they could feel their hidden hues flutter in temperature. The recognition of violence became mental cyanide, their ability to perform logic an emotional snare.
Over the course of a few years this event came to pass many times, and young half-Armourian calves were being born. The matrial cows developed selective telepathy languages to ensure the growth of the proper parts of the new breed's frontal cortexes. There was a mild scent of relief amongst the Armourian population; their continuance was finally an option here on Earth. There was some benefit to their stay. This was a feeling deeply cut with factionism and spurry quarrel. 19 murders were accounted for in all. There were rebels in the group supporting their traditional attitudes of peaceful resolve. There was mild terrorism and overall a sense of loss of control. Their concept of colours and rank and preconception were fading fast. There was a fear that they were degenerating. The more adventurous thinkers in the group suspected the domestics to be long forgotten ancestors who may have come to Earth and degenerated to the point of being enslaved by humans. There was so little truth and known substance to their thoughts that suspecting insanity was made a useful tool in weeding out those of disagreeing opinion.
The event that was responsible for the great separation of the clan involved the humans. Their relationship with humanity had been a mute point until now. They avoided them, the looked normal like the domestics, so the humans left them alone. They blended in, but were able to avoid slaughter. They also generated their own food telekinetically, making the Armourians one of the most successful colonizers in the universe. (Their food looks like enormous purple (purple being the closest colour in our spectrum for description but is also strongly affected by shifts in Kelvin temperature) strawberries.)
Their method of avoiding slaughter was a creative use of their telepathic ability to "direct traffic". Without fail they were communally able to either re-herd the domestics or in cases of emergency telekinetically co-conceptrate on a vulnerable member using the simple colour spectrum of the Earth's sun and taking advantage of the human's limited scope to present stealth invisibility. It was during a situation requiring the stealthing technique that the distracted members of The Umber Resistance failed to concentrate fully on the vulnerable Armourian cow named Tchilda. Their fractured effort caused Tchilda to panic as she could see her body appearing and reappearing in the chrome of the gate. She wouldn't have known but for the reflection. Like the quasi-opposite of a vampire, their vision became entirely human in reflections. She went crazy causing a ruckus. The cowboys tried to force her onto the truck but were terrified by the visually kaleidoscoping cow. The leader finally took the lead and produced a pistol. Before the other Armourians could comprehend the consequences (the precon leaders were not present) the shot rang out and Tchilda fell.
Anger and resentment spread fast through the clan. Those on the fence easily fell with the majority, finding solace in the idea of developing more forced and protective (violent if need be) methods of survival. The Umber Resistance lost members and were rounded and exiled. This happened over the course of 3 1/2 months, time enough for the leaders of the Resistance to make a game plan. Upon their exile they took a smaller stableship and flew from sight, leaving the rest to act as they saw fit. Their goal was to find a place for themselves. Someplace where they could simply be Armourians in peace. They did find it. A few members had known about it for sometime. They had secretly been developing distance tele-vision, and had developed about a 1500 mile range of sight. They headed for the Rocky's.
In the 1970's Rhawn Joseph, Ph.D had led a secret experiment in the Rocky's. It was wiped from most maps and was in a very uneventful area. It was called Heat Bubble No. 4. It was abandoned during the late 80's with uncompromising failure and out of laziness never added back into the maps. Impatience was their real downfall, though. Late in 2003 changes began to take place in that locale.
The small stableship soared over the cliffy white caps of the Rocky's for about 12 hours before finding it's destination. It was a night and day difference from one peak and around an almost-circular turn right and downward. They landed and hoofed out into the soft green grass and humid climate of old Heat Bubble No. 4. Fruit trees and bushes, berries, tropical vegetation, fresh water and a basic ecosystem of tiny animals and bugs lay before them. They hoped they would never be found. Their mistake was of course underestimating their integration of secrecy.
Three months after their arrival they were able to start shedding their disguise and regain their natural hues. The concentration it took to keep a domestic visual presence had taken on such an autonomic character that they actually had to relearn their original chromatic state. By seven months it was safe to say they were all back to normal. All except one. One very special and very beautiful Madeline.
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