Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190130124642/@comment-5543592-20190201001708

At first, Gracius didn't see anything. Just white, the snow and the sky the same color of off gray.

But then his eyes were able to discern a distinguishable shape and it was clear why the old folk were so alarmed.

It was around thirteen feet tall. It's neck was covered by a thick mane of white fur, which continued down it's back. Thinner, coarser hairs covered it's flanks, stomach, and legs. Another thick pouch of hair wrapped itself around it's waist, shielding Graicus' eyes from whatever genitals the monster may have had.

It was muscled, incredibly, inhumanly so. It brought to mind a statue, the detail of it's chest and arms were so percise. It was clearly several times larger than Graicus, which was no small feat.

It's breath came heavy, puffs of hot air expelling from it's equine nose. The horns protruding from the sides of it's head were massive, curved, and several feet in length, adding more on to the beast's height.

It's head, too big for it's body, was shaped like a bull. Two, pitiless black eyes started at Graicus.

The minotaur stamped the ground with a hooved foot and shook itself, muscles rippling. It leaned forward, holding it's arms wide in challenge and roared, spittle flying from it's lips.

"Tales preserve us." The old man murmured behind Graicus. The old woman had shut her eyes, clapsed her hands together, and was rapidly whispering a prayer.