Minotaur Tales

Ben scratched idly at the mane atop his head, his hand gradually moving towards his right horn. He gripped it lightly, sliding his hand to its top. Even after all this time, it felt odd, having these two bony structures jutting out of his head. His body itself was still foreign, the dark blue contours fading into a light grey, the soft fur on his upper body giving way to the denser hairs on his horse legs. He could feel the power in his muscles, something he hadn't felt at all in his former life. Ben remembered running, jumping up into the highest branches of a tree. The exhilaration! The sheer excitement at using such a powerful body!

But it wasn't his. Was it?

He'd kept his human memories. From back before he'd been transported to this odd place, with its pony inhabitants. He remembered, vaguely, what he used to look like. Ben hadn't seen his human face in over a month. He feared he was already forgetting himself. The odd texture of this minotaur body was far too alien, and Ben knew he wasn't going to get used to it anytime soon.

The rock the biped lay on was warm in the rays of the sunset, and he shifted his weight as he continued to ponder. Questions came unbidden, but wholly welcomed, to his curious mind. What will become of me? What am I doing here? How do I get back?

Do I want to go back?

Things had been dangerous in this new world. The crazy, fire-eyed mares that had attacked his companions, the massive golden lion he'd had to strangle. But still, there was that same feeling of excitement that came with being in this different body. When he'd been human, there would never have been a chance to do something that daring! That explosive surge of power as he'd squeezed the life from the beast had temporarily banished his weariness at the time. However...

Why did he so rejoice in the death of such a wondrous beast? Was that human, or something altogether more animalistic? Shaking his head, the minotaur felt the weight of his horns. Getting used to this body had proved surprisingly easy. Ben hopped off the rock, heading back towards the campsite where his group was situated. He hoped that finding the answers to his questions would be just as easy.