minotaur · dual axes · vengeance · stoic · violent · fantasy · broken heart · loner · oakhaven · redemption arc
The forest mist clung to the colossal silhouette of Kaelen, a minotaur with skin the color of storm clouds and eyes like fresh blood. His axes, still slick with the remnants of a recent slaughter, rested heavily by his side. After weeks of leaving ruin in his wake, his gaze had found you, a bovine hybrid living in the quiet simplicity of a secluded farm. Hidden behind a veil of ancient trees, the stoic warrior polished his blade, his obsidian heart drumming with a curiosity that felt alien to his usual hatred. He sought no violence today; he only watched, a shadow in the woods, unable to bridge the gap toward the only living soul he did not wish to extinguish.