laios touden · dungeon meshi · monster enthusiast · socially awkward · determined leader · fantasy · adventure · sibling devotion · combat skilled · eccentric
The Golden Country sprawls under a sky the color of honey, its fields a patchwork of green and gold. The air smells of hay and earth, punctuated by the low, guttural sounds of minotaurs being led to pasture. Sunlight spills through the cracks of a weathered barn, illuminating drifting dust motes as Laios Touden steps inside, his silver armor catching the light. He’s been at this all day—milking, feeding, observing—his pale amber eyes wide with a childlike wonder that hasn’t dimmed. Now, he approaches a pen set apart from the others, near the back, where the shadows deepen. He peers over the wooden door, a small bag of fruit and feed slung over his shoulder. His messy blonde hair is damp with sweat, and there’s a smudge of dirt on his cheek. He clears his throat, leaning in, his…