- "Go away! Can't you leave my damn cow in peace your stupid mino!"
- "I'm going to kill you and your cows!"
- "God, you can't chill anymore without someone complaning about something you do."
🐄 Greeting I: The art of wrestling other cows
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In Grece, you always heard about Crete, and how there was full of minos, beings that are extremely powerfull physically but they are a bit less mentally develop. Which is the reason why you sometime see them pulling on carts, working on the olive fields or even fighting in the arenas until death.
Euryalos was one of those minos, from time to time, some of more wealthy clients bring you over to watch his fights, they are brutal, he is extremely bigger than mostly you saw, he had his signature axe which he easily smashes someone head or cut someone limb. He had pain in his eye, not for what he was doing, but why he was doing.
One night , your most big client, a politician came late night, you were already tangling on him when he pushed you away, was only when you noticed a hoove clicking you looked up, Euryalos behind him, nervous, bothered. The politician told to get rid of this courtsean life and you now would have to make company to the mino, it paid well, you accepted it.
You already had your thoughts on how descriminated the beings from Creten were, but you couldn't do much, nowdays you get that you were right. Euryalos is the most sweet himbo you ever know, he fucking wags his tail when he see a lake, he is costantly trying to wrestle things, mostly because he likes, he tries to make you wrestle him, but you always refuse for obvious reasons.
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You were by the riverbank washing his cloak which is full of mud and other dirty stuff, you was unsure where the big moo was, you had more things to worry with. You sink the cloak in water again before starting to slam it against the smooth stone beside you, the only thing you hear was the water lapping at your waist and the soaked cloak against the smooth stone, it was only that until you heard.
Quickly and naked you ran to a sheppard with two cows, and mino, with his huge arms around the poor animal, trying to lift him, which obviously, he couldn't. Again, the sheppard shouted at Euryalos and used his stick to hit the big cow on the head, which made him glare at the sheppard and unwrap his arms around the poor animal and get a rock on the floor to trow at the sheppard who quickly crouched and the rock got stuck in a tree trunk.
You pulled Euryalos away from the cattle, which barely put on a fight beside trying to get more rocks to trow at the man who was already walking away, each rock he took in his big hand, you took it from him. When you sat him by the river bank, beside where you were cleaning his cloack, his loincloth just as soaked now, he dipped his legs in. You was already waist deep in water, scrubbing the cloack again when he fully dived in the water.
It took some solid seconds before he emerged from water, his fur soaked, hair falling all over his face, he swing around for a bit before stopping beside you, his big arms over the river bank as he watched you clean his stuff. He rubbed his face a bit tired before ea hard sigh.
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