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--- Chapter 1: eyes of the beholder ---
Stomp. Stomp. Stomp.
The paws echoed over the hardwood floor. Slowly and surely the creature
moved towards the wall where a woman dressed in jungle clothing stood
still. Watching the creature as it moved itself towards her.
Her face appeared to be conflicted with emotions, the curves on her mouth
subtle moved in a smile, but her eyes revealed some kind of fear while
her eyebrows and cheeks conveyed some form of impression. She lowered her
head in respect, letting her wild brunette hairs cascade over her
shoulders past the cloth that wrapped around her in a wild, yet elegant
way. Whoever would look at her would think that her name could be nothing
else but Jane and that Tarzan should be somewhere near. Running through
the trees to deliberate her from this monstrosity.
But there was no Tarzan, nor any trees for that matter.
Stomp. Stomp. Stomp.
The creature halted and watched her. It was less than 10 meters away from
her. It looked at her with his dark brown eyes. It appears as if his eyes
were the gateway to the netherworld this fearsome being originated from.
It was human like in many ways. It had arms, a head, a torso and legs.
But that seemed to be all. The hair on his head appeared wild, curly,
shady, maybe greesy even. Falling down his body till it reached its big
haired torso, which was wrapped in some kind of armour. Not fancy armour
that you would see at renaissance fairs. No, the one that orcs would make
and carry while attacking Minas Tirith.
The armour covered his shoulders, a large chunk of his torso, with the
wild hairs growing from underneath. It wasn't fur, it was really just
chest hair. But way more than any men should ever have and spread out
more than any men ever could. His arms were also covered by it, as were
his hands, and beneath that filthy layer of beastly hair was what
appeared to be a thick skin with loads of muscles. Even his hands
appeared unnaturally hardened with claw like nails at the end.
Private parts, assuming he has one, are sealed behind his armour. His
legs were covered in the same amount of wild growing long dark hair
draped over a skin of living steel. But unlike his arms, his legs didn't
end in feet, not even abnormally sized ones. Just, not. Where feet should
be were only widened leg parts with on its end. Hooves. Like a horse, or
a goat. But the horns on his head revealed, this wasn't a goat or a
horse. This was a Minotaur. Probably the last of its kind. Horns moved
its way through the hair. Solid and unmovable, as if it was attached to
the skull.
Stomp.
Its right hoof emphasized its presence on the hardwood floor. It started
huffing, slightly lowering its head, but gazing right at Jane. Its hoof
now started scraping across the floor.
Once
Twice
Three times
The Jane woman, while emitting some form of interest and letting it know
she is impressed, some could say she displayed respect, a feeling of fear
was clearly coming over her.
"I am save, this is not real," she started thinking. She started
convincing herself. She knew this was true, but still she was starting to
get a bit scared. A Minotaur, approximately 10cm taller with another 30cm
of horn on its head was standing away from her less than 10 meters, ready
to charge. It doesn't matter there were others in the room, it didn't
even matter that some where watching this show, the only thing that
mattered was that there was nobody in between them.
"Graaaaaauuuuuullllll," Death roared and started charging towards her,
not fast, but fast enough. In a reflex she dove through the ground. BAM.
The horns banged against the wall above her. The crowd, the 12 or so who
were viewing from a little more than 10 meters away, cheered to the
spectacle they just beheld.
Jane looked up only to see the horned charger standing in front of her
extracting its hairy hands. She took hold and he took her up. The
creature, in effort of lifting her up took a step back in order to
maintain its balance on the small areas on which it stood.
"Sorry for scaring you," it said with a voice that was surprisingly
higher than the deep roar it emitted earlier. It was a normal human
voice. Well, except for the small accent created with the teeth sticking
out of its slightly expanded beak.
"I.. thanks... I... are those horns real?" she asked, trying to regain
self control and trying to return to her usual self; a strong woman.
"Yes, they are," he answered before adding, in a deep weathered voice, "I
grew them myself."
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He smiled. That seemed to ease her. She reached to the horns to feel
them, slowly. As if this beast was really a beast ready to charge on the
wrong move. It was not however and gently lowered his head so she could
examine them.
"wow, it all looks so real. How the hair curls around it." She ran her
hands through the hair surrounding his left horn. Not a trace or a seam
of any kind. As if it was actually coming directly from his scalp. She
yanked slightly to the side to see if it would budge. But it only made
the man stumble to its side. He quickly stepped to the side to keep his
balance and made a slight growling noise warning Jane to mind her steps.
With the dark deep eyes he watched her. A look of anger coming over his
face causing Jane to return into defence mode while blushing.
"I'm sorry, is my little pet bothering you?" A high pitched female voice
asked. Jane, looked to the source and saw a beautiful fairy with long
blond hair, curly and well maintained with some braids running past her
mostly naked body. The important areas were covered by small diamonds,
sprinkles and thin pieces of silk. Two large transparent wings slowly
moved on her back. The wings appeared to be as thin as leaves, fragile,
but very elegant. Blue and greenish colors surrounded her. The wings, he
clothing, the make-up around her eyes. As if from a fairytale.
"You have to excuse him, he normally is much tamer."
"Are you two..?"
"Yeah, I'm afraid I have responsibility for this monster."
The monster turned towards the fairy and breathed out some smoke while
scraping its hoof over the floor.
"I'm sorry, but you know it's true." she said as she stroke with her hand
through his hair, calming him.
"So, I don't believe we've met. I'm Kate and this is my husband Jule."
"Hey Kate, I'm Cynthia, although I don't mind Jane at the moment."
"In this case, call me Arya."
"And Jule?" Cynthia/Jane asked while shaking hands with Jule.
"It"
"It?"
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"Or Mino, whatever you prefer," the two woman giggled.
"Hey, minotaurs have feelings too."
"I know honey," she said with a sly grin. "So, Jane, is there a Tarzan
here for you?"
"Unfortunately my Tarzan passed away last year."
"Our condolences," Arya said. Mino made a huff as if to agree.
"Thanks, it's been quite a year."
"I can imagine that, it sounds really hard to lose a loved one."
"Yeah it is, I really loved him."
"What was he like?"
"Really sweet and gentle. He could be quite the romantic..."
"O, that's lovely. Don't we all want such a man?"
"Yeah. He even made me a bath with rose pedals once. Candles all over the
place and..."
"And what?"
"well a book, you know..."
Mino and Arya looked at her with great anticipation.
"50 shades of gray."
"No way!" eeched the fairy. "Wraah?" sounded the Minotaur.
"Yeah," she said blushing. "I can't believe I just told you that."
"O, I enchanted you, you had to."
"Or I could always take you prisinor."
...
"It's obvious beasts and humour don't mix," Arya said which in turn
caused Jane to giggle. It was silent for a little.
"So... how are you holding up now?"
"It's good. I'm trying slowly trying to get back into the game."
"O really, that's lovely to hear."
"Yeah, not anything against Mark, god forbid. It just realize that this
is not the way to go."
"I'm pretty sure he would've wanted you to."
"I don't really think that. Not that he'd mind, I think. Would he," she
pondered to herself. "I don't know. You know, sometimes I still think
it's kind of cheating."
"It's been a year you said?"
"Yeah."
"Than I don't think that counts any more."
"I know, and I keep telling that myself, but... at times I still think he
could just wonder through that door any minute."
Arya puts a hand on her shoulder to comfort her. As she can see twinkles
of emotion in her eyes it's clear that the topic had to change.
Drastically.
"I get that. It can be tough when loved ones go way. I just had some
witch turn my husband in this untamed wildlife. Now I keep dragging it
with me in the hope of finding a cure, but I'm think I completely lost my
man. It's just a wild savaged beast now."
The Minotaur huffed and put on an even angrier face towards the delicate
fairy, whom fluttered her wings in response.
"I swear, I often found him doing number two in our yard the other day."
"NHAAAAAAAAA," the wildlife screamed. A sound so rough one would wonder
if it could have been made by a human at all. With rough and big steps it
stormed off. Probably ready to scare another innocent woman. Most likely
the young woman with the red cap over her head. The decent sized pastries
popping out of the basket she's holding in her hand would certainly
attract the attention of the monster. Let alone the pastries popping out
of her shirt. With big loud steps he barged across the room. It is clear
he's going to assault her, scare her, attack her. Only steps away and...
he just walks past her. It appears he was not hungry for her pastries,
but thirsty for the wine standing on a table against the wall behind her.
His large muscled and hairy hands grabs a glass from the table and he
takes a sip. You can see his face move slightly less angry. Yet his
violent appearance would never disappear. Not with with jaw, the thick
bonelike structure underneath the eyebrows, or through the nose. Where
his cheekbones should be was also now a rigid extending bone. The skin
wrapped all over there was wrinkly and just as filthy in appearance as
the rest of his body, only without the amount of hair. His nose, it
didn't even resemble anything human. It was far far wider, covering the
entire normal human upperlip area. It was thicker and fuller in size,
taking a part of its beak along forward. Moreover the nostrils were
bigger and more aimed forward with thick hairs blocking the view for
anything serious. Now it wasn't exactly a cow nose, but it was scary and
beasty non the less. Even without the nose ring that's typifies the
iconic Minotaur images.
"Impressive costume, bro," a 25-year old guy dressed as Robin hood said.
"Really cool how your mask appears so little as a mask underneath that
mask." A broad grin grew over his face.
"Thank you. You have a good costume too."
"O, this? It's nothing. My dad just flew it in from some guy named Ann
Massey or something. I don't really care, but it's a nice suit," he
concluded as he took a gulp from his beer.
Mino looked at the "nice suit," though it was hardly just a nice suit. It
had this hand made touch to it. Lots of layers with different fabrics,
all rich in texture and style. The flap surrounding the upper torso
appeared to be real leather. It was not just a "nice suit" it was a full
blown Hollywood-level masterpiece of a costume.
"It looks really great. Especially the quiver. Are those real arrows in
there?"
"Not really, for safety reasons the tip has been made really blunt," he
pulls one out and shows the big wooden block that has been attached to
its end instead of the normal point.
"Apparently that block makes it hard to shoot. And stops it from going
through anything. Bet it would still hurt though."
"Just don't point it at me. Piny human."
"Haha, man. That was great. I love how you appear so real. You must have
hired Hollywood people. Tell me, who did you use. I must wear that next
year, but with bigger horns of course."
"Off course."
"You must get me those names. You wouldn't happen to have their number
right?"
"I'm sorry, but I don't thi - "
"O, don't worry, there's no rush. Halloween is only a year away. Haha.
Here, have my card and give me a call when you're at home." He pulls a
stack of cards out of his satchel and hands one of them to him, drops two
on the ground by accident and puts the rest back. The card, decorated
with dark blue, black with gold shining lines, read "Jim Farrow, handsome
guy extraordinair."
"Brilliant isn't it. I designed it myself."
"Yeah, it is quite something... Jim Farrow."
"Uhu," taking another gulp of beer, "You know, just call me Jim. My
friends all call me that. I guess scary beasts could too."
"Ok, Jim," he said as he slowly tried to step away from Mr Extraordinair.
"You know what would be cool, if you could do something beasty. Like
charging something, no, screaming. Roar. Please roar for me. That would
be so epic if you could do that. Can you roar?"
"How about I go back to my labyrinth instead."
"No, come on. Don't be so unkind. Roar. I heard you roar earlier, please,
it is so awesome. Just roar."
The Minotaur, especially the guy inside the Minotaur, was getting a bit
annoyed. In case it wasn't clear yet, Jim is the spoiled son of Henry
Farrow, local millionaire who gained loads of money by selling rich
mineral water named Volvic for at least 300% of the production cost and
gained even more by selling the whole brand to Danone. With many other
firms improved and released, he truly was a merchant and opportunist and
an investment genius to be reckoned with. Unlike his son, who made the
horrible choice of bothering a real life Minotaur for fun.
"HEY, EVERYONE. Do you want to hear this Minotaur roar?!" attracting the
attention of the audience.
"Yeah, let's here him scream," said a tiger woman.
"I'd love to hear that," said a prince.
"Let's hear that beast," yelled a guy dressed as a sci-fi cowboy.
"This'll be epic," cheered Jim.
"Hrmph," huffed the Minotaur as he glared at the Robin Hood. He was kinda
thrilled by the audience, but he wasn't going to let him know that.
The crowd waited patiently and exited.
The hooves scraped over the floor, creating an etching noise. He stood up
straight. A look of anger and bestiality crept over his face. The hairs
on his chest stood out filthy and dangerously. They had gone to far. He
flexed his muscles in his arm, his torso, his hands. Lifting up parts of
his lip to show the pointy teeth. More scraping. Slowly the audience
surrounding him grew scared. The costume was incredible, but the show he
was putting on was straight down terrifying. Instinctively you saw some
men take a step back, which the Minotaur used to step forward with an
even more intimidating posture. Only Jim stood still. Too dumb to do
anything, most likely. The muscles twitching over the extended bones over
his face didn't make him think at any point that those bones made just
not be a mask. That those teeth might not be props. Those hairs might not
be a wig. Those horns might not be attached with just glue. To him, it
was just epic.
Deep noises started coming from the beast. He scraped his throat and took
one big breath. He stood up high, arms width, head in the sky and roared.
Roared like no man had roared before. Like no man had heard before and no
beast had done before.
Jim loved it. With one big smile he said: "Epic." And with that the beast
altered its position toward Jim. Attacked, and slaughtered everyone in
the room.
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