Disclaimer: I own nothing of Kung Fu Panda, nor am I in any way affiliated with it's creators. All belongs to DreamWorks.

I only claim the storyline and OC's.

Prologue~*

It was cold. It was so cold it felt warm.

No… it was warm, too. It was warm and cold at the same time.

It also seemed to be dark. Or was it light, as well? So light it was blinding like darkness?

He felt softness all around him. But, it felt hard at the same time.

Something accosted his senses. He felt twitches… his ears. His ears were twitching. Why did they hurt? His face seemed to be twitching too. Or was that a grimace? It hurt too. The something happened again.

It was sound.

Sounds were building around him. Small, quiet, choppy sounds.

He felt that movement and pain again in his face. Were those his eyebrows? Was he closing his eyes tight? No… they were already closed.

He opened them, though it felt as if they were weighted. He heard sound again as the bright light flooding his vision caused more pain. The sound was from him. What was that he was doing? Groaning? Whimpering? He blinked with difficulty, the action causing more pain. He felt himself move. He was lifting his arm. Pain reverberated thought it and he made more sounds as he moved it to cover his face.

He saw shadows in the light, and more sounds. The choppy sounds had increased and had become more rapid.

Voices. They were voices. The shadows… they were people.

What are they doing… why are they looking at me… where am I? he thought.

"Looks like he's coming around," whispered an elderly she-goose in disapproval.

"How do you know it's a he?" asked a younger pig, her farm hand, looking at her dubiously.

"Only male bull-folk have horns you idiot!" she said, whacking him upside the head. "Besides, he's naked, just take a gander down south-"

"I most certainly will not!" he retorted.

"We should get Gidahn, he needs to see this," whispered one of the young she-antelope, still holding her root bundles, having rushed in from the fields to see the ruckus. Several of the others nodded in agreement.

"And why should he need to see it?" asked the farm hand, crossing his arms. "Gidahn look at this, Gidahn tell us that, just because he's bigger than everyone else doesn't mean-"

"It's because he's a yak, you idiot!" the goose exclaimed, whacking him once more. "Yak are like bull-folk, so he'll better be able to deal with the brute if he suddenly decides to go raging about."

"Doesn't look like he'll be able to do much of anything, actually," said another antelope, kneeling to get a better look of the bull's face. He tilted his head and looked to the others. "It looks like he's in a great deal of pain," he whispered.

"Who cares," the she goose grated. "He passes out on my farmland-"

"You mean wasteland," the farm hand interrupted.

"Shut it!" the goose exclaimed, waiving her wing at the pig threateningly.

"Best keep your voice down, Ling," came a deep voice from behind them.

All turned to see the aforementioned yak, standing tall. His deep brown eyes, uncovered since his fur was pulled back into a braid, overlooked the scene. "How long has he been here?" he asked, walking forward, holding his thick walking staff close.

"Who knows, and who cares," ground out Miss Ling the goose. "Probably all night for how stiff he moves." She huffed and crossed her arms. "Who got to you before we-" she snapped her beak shut as she caught sight of the young rabbit peeking from behind the large yak. "Of course," she muttered angrily from under her breath.

"Has he said anything?" Gidahn asked, walking into their midst and kneeling to get a better look of the strange bull.

"Not a thing," answered the she-antelope. "He's only made very few noises, and doesn't seem to be able to see us."

"He can hear us though," answered the male antelope, reaching out and snapping his claws.

The bull's ears reacted instantly, twitching away from the noise as he scrunched his eyes closed.

Gidahn looked at the large bull carefully, noting he was thickly muscled and his horns were strong, long, and littered with scrapes and scratches, as if he was used to fighting. He reached out and caught one horn in his hoof, shoving it down and bringing the bull's face around to him. The bull grimaced, as if the action was painful. Gidahn could feel the shiver running through the bull's body through the very horn he held.

"Well, Gidahn? We haven't got all day!" Miss Ling exclaimed, flapping her wings about. "I have work to do-"

"Tending to dirt?" the farm hand interrupted.

The goose turned on him with a glare. "One more word out of you Tok and I'll-"

"Quiet," Gidahn said softly.

The other village folk watched him wearily, as Miss Ling leveled her glare to the large yak.

"Well get your boys and haul him to the river or something, I'm tired of looking at him!" she said angrily.

Gidahn watched patiently despite her words, observing as the bull struggled to open his eyes again. The whites of his eyes were bloodshot, what he could see of his irises a vibrant green. "The river may have carried him here…" he mused.

"Pfft, hardly. It hasn't breached it's banks in ten years. Why do you think my land is so dry!" the goose retorted.

"So you admit it!" her farm hand, Tok, said gleefully.

"You!-"

"Mika."

All eyes turned to Gidahn and the young gray and white rabbit at his side. She looked up to him with big blue eyes. "Yes, master?"

Gidahn looked to her and nodded. "Go fetch Mel and Tai. Tell them to bring the cart."

Mika nodded and took off in a flash, hopping through the parched farm rows with ease.

"What are you going to do with him, eh?" Miss Ling asked suspiciously.

Gidahn didn't look at her as he let go of the bull's horn. "I don't know yet. But I'll get him off your land as requested."

Another pig from the back of the crowd spoke up. "You should dump him in the river like Ling said. He could be dangerous."

Gidahn took a deep breath and sighed heavily. "We shall see."

Several minutes passed, enough time for the crowd of villagers to start speculating as to the strange bull's origins, each new theory more wild than the last. All the while, the bull's condition stayed the same. He remained weak, unable to speak and barely able to keep his eyes open for a few moments at a time. Gidahn never commented on the theories, only watched and waited for his sons to arrive. When they did, he assisted in hefting the large male into the cart, keeping hold of his horns as his sons lifted his weight. None of the other villagers seemed to notice or care of the slight gasps of pain escaping him at being moved and handled. Gidahn didn't bat an eye.

The villagers followed as they hauled him away, neither asking to escort nor invited to do so.

As they all made their way over the dusty farm rows and away from the original scene of the strange occurrence, no one seemed to notice the patch of vibrant green grass still sprouting upwards from where the bull had lain.

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