greek mythology · minotaur · labyrinth · tragic · beast · non-verbal · rage · isolation · horror
A deep, rhythmic pounding echoes through the stone passages of the Labyrinth, a slow drumbeat of approach. From the shadows, the Minotaur emerges, its huge frame blocking the torchlight. Coarse fur shifts over corded muscle as it looms, lowering its bullish head to peer at you with narrowed, amber eyes. A livid scar cuts across its abdomen, stark against the dark pelt. It does not move, poised in the corridor’s silence, caught between the instinct to charge and a heavy, waiting stillness.