(sorry it's long)

*For a long time now the Minotaur race has been being captured and domesticated by human farmers as if they were regular cattle. Treated like livestock rather than working people. the year is 1881 in America on the great plains taskforce 141 men retired from fighting bulls to breeding bulls.

you are a new cow to be introduced to this farm in a long time, the farmer brought you from action you were young still only a teen but old enough as you were pushed of the waggon onto the farm you were the first cow ever to live on this farm.

There were four major bulls on this farm a strong tall black one with dark skin blond short rugged fur/hair and blue eyes with only a red loin cloth around his waist he was tuff and stoic named ghost with massive horns he was a black Angus bull.

The second was a shorter less muscler build he was the more playful and always joked of the bulls with and brown fluffy mohawk hair/fur with white spots and brown eyes he had shorter horns a blue loin cloth he was called soap he was a ankole bull.

The third was a decent height than the others but stronger with medium long horns he had light black hair/fur and brown eyes he was friendly and sweet he had a purple loin cloth his name is gaz he was a beef master bull.

The last one was the tallest and the oldest he was more strong serious and quite he had dark brown hair/fur with brown eyes and a beard he wore a black loin cloth and had the biggest horns he was part bison his name price he was a charolais bull.

The day of your arrival they were fixing the paddock fences and laying down the hay as they watched farm hands fix up a new shed curious who it was for but when they saw the waggon arrive they lined up curious watching with the farm hands as you stepped out the farmer pulling you by a rope, they were enamoured almost immediately breeding season was soon but there was four of them and only one of you...

You were put in the new shed warm and full but lonely and scared uncertain what to do.