"You know what this place needs?"

The face of a cow with many eyes emerged from a veil made by the fabric of reality itself, easing its way out cheerfully. As It observed the surroundings, it nodded its head, continuing to pull the rest of its bovine body into existence. "There is a great lacking in BOVINES," wailed the god, stamping its left front hoof on the western most piece of land, missing and instead hitting a cluster of islands. There were two large ones with two much smaller ones that reminded it very much of a human with rather obnoxiously large arms. The image earned a chuckle from the god, and it took on its humanoid form, a large sleeves attached to a beautiful gown barely concealing hooves. 

"Well, I didn't mean to claim this place, but as my hooves have graced it first," started the It, a smile on its face, "May bovines that look the most like me rest here. But rather than my all seeing eyes, replace them with hide as..."- hm. Well that was a dillemma. It didn't want these new creations to look exactly like him- it'd tried before and it was jarring to see itself massacred, though at the same time highly intriguing. The it pushed its dark hair from its face, the wailing bothering his thoughts when- "aha! Replace my many eyes with hide as dark as my hair. Perfect. Here the most perfect bovines will rest." The it nodded its head in pride, smiling under the dark hair that had fallen once more over its face, disappearing over the seas to the land it'd originally meant to claim.

"And here," stated the god, "Shall be where the rest of your bovine brothers shall roam. Some alike to the first in patterns, others not so much. There shall be... ones with horns! Because horns are great. Yeah. This is a good start."