Bowhan carried the monstrous infant out of the town. As he ran, it grasped at him with one of its tiny hands. Bowhan shivered as he looked at the hand. Each of the tiny fingers were hard and black like hooves and the arm was covered in fur.
Bowhan hadn't even bothered to check what gender it is, but he could tell that it's a minotaur. It's quite monstrous and as Bowhan looks at it again he realizes that it now looks even more so. The bovine head of a calf looks back at him with blue eyes that match Bowhan's own. Bowhan could have sworn that its head looked more human a few minutes ago.
He pushes the thought from his mind as he keeps moving. He can't be seen with this... thing! But what is he going to do with it?
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