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I wasn't so sure about Minotaur March being a thing. But Darsen persuaded me to visit his greek inspired labyrinth and teach the basics of what being a minotaur is all about.

When I got there, I was gifted with a nose ring attached to a long chain, a bull headed tradition supposedly. Excited to turn full minotaur and gain a bit of muscle, I  eagerly attached it to my septum. Darsen gave it a quick pull, quietly reassuring how I'd make a nice bovine.

Confusingly as my snout lengthened out, my body was feeling a lot heavier than I had anticipated. And my newly changed front hooves had seemed not very monstrous, but strangely feral in nature. 

Was this supposed to happen? I opened my mouth to ask my Minotaur friend as he tugged harder on the ring. Causing me to let out a loud moo in surprise. My thoughts grew foggier as I looked down at my growing udders. Wasn't I supposed to be a m-mroooooo?!?


Darsen grunted in amusement. There only needs to be one minotaur per maze, and as any one knows, if you get caught by the Minotaur, you'll join either his herd or his harem, whether you like it or not.

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