
I had the gall to challenge
graveyardgreg. One hundred words, says I, about a minotaur on a hill as the sun rose. He did it. Now I have to do it too.
Another bitter sunrise.
It was wasted on the minotaur keeping watch. His pelt was matted with dew, his skin cold. It didn't matter. If he froze solid no-one would care. Tundra wolves were massed in the forest, and one tarbh -- or a patrol of five -- couldn't keep them back, no matter what.
His companions stirred, warm breath misting the air. Brave and true, they would all die today. As would he. Die, to be eaten by the ravening wolves.
They should stay asleep, he thought sadly, but they won't. We won't ...
The sun rose high, and the carnage began.

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Another bitter sunrise.
It was wasted on the minotaur keeping watch. His pelt was matted with dew, his skin cold. It didn't matter. If he froze solid no-one would care. Tundra wolves were massed in the forest, and one tarbh -- or a patrol of five -- couldn't keep them back, no matter what.
His companions stirred, warm breath misting the air. Brave and true, they would all die today. As would he. Die, to be eaten by the ravening wolves.
They should stay asleep, he thought sadly, but they won't. We won't ...
The sun rose high, and the carnage began.
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Category Story / Fantasy
Species Mammal (Other)
Size 120 x 115px
File Size 339 B
By hoof and horn!
What is this cowardice!?
For we are men-of-Tarbh
The minotaur.
Think not cruel thoughts of yonder wolf
For they know not what they do --
'Tis hard to know what wolf-doing is, when hoof-hacked to raw sinew.
The lupine horde, they are a-plenty
They know just what to do
But we are men-of-Tarbh you see.
And we like wolfen stew.
What is this cowardice!?
For we are men-of-Tarbh
The minotaur.
Think not cruel thoughts of yonder wolf
For they know not what they do --
'Tis hard to know what wolf-doing is, when hoof-hacked to raw sinew.
The lupine horde, they are a-plenty
They know just what to do
But we are men-of-Tarbh you see.
And we like wolfen stew.
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