What is true purpose?
I have asked myself this many times as a child. While learning to control
my temper in the midst of throwing axes, this question of purpose in life
has always intrigued me. I guess I am not your average minotaur, I was born
with an above average intelligence yet below average prowess in fighting.
One of the two, you can train for. While my brethren fought the good fight,
lead the cause in death and destruction, I always stopped in the eye of the
storm as I cut down my foes. If all we create is death and chaos in our
fury, how can Serin survive?
Too primitive are the comrades that surrounded me. I needed to seek out the
truth, a pilgrimage if you will. And thus I traveled, across Serin, deep
into the Ford where everyone may enter but not everyone leaves. I stepped
upon an altar of an ancient Immortal. A truly ancient one, powerful yet
just, ruthless yet merciful, heinous yet benevolent. I will devote my life
to learn from the one true God...
Description:
Large blackened horns sprout out from the side of this beast. His face
can barely be seen with thick black fur covering the edges. A pair of red
eyes and yellow teeth are the only distinguishing features of his face. His
pointy ears almost reach out to his mid-shoulder and impressive thick arms
round up his upper limb. His forearms are covered in black hair and his
hands seem calloused and dry. His thighs are robust with even thicker legs
that stand firmly on two blackened hooves. A faint scent of dried blood
covers most of his body.
