You can't ignore someone in need, drag the minotaur to your house
From Create Your Own Story
Against your better judgement, you can't ignore someone who's dying. Someone you could save. He might be a minotaur, but he needs you, and you won't let him die like this. Mustering up all your strength, you someone manage to drag the hulking beast to your house. Fortunately, it's night by the time you arrive home, so no one sees your guest.
Inside your quaint little house, you lie the minotuar in the living room and quickly rush through the place to find the first aid kit. You pull out each arrow, and quickly dab each wound in alcohol, before bandaging them up. You then flip him over on his back, and gasp at the gaping wound on his chest. You feel bad about dragging him on the ground now, but saw no other choice. After cleaning it with more alcohol, you pull a string of your hair, and start sowing him up.
As you sow him up, you can't help but wonder who did this to him. Someone from the village perhaps? Hunters? Poachers? Whoever it was, you hope they don't track him here, though. Finally stitched up, you wrap his chest in bandages, and push him up on your couch. Covering him with blankets, you take a deep breath, and are finally able to get a good look at him. Like all minotaurs, he has a bull face, and a powerful set of horns. A thick black main covers his neck and shoulders, underneath lies a series of well toned muscles. His legs are also covered in thick coarse fur, ending in two hooves that have seen better days. There are numerous other scars across his body, and it's clear he has seen many battles. He doesn't wear much other than a thin loin cloth, and was probably caught off guard when attacked.
But he seems to be stabilizing now, maybe he'll even wake soon. So, you decide to make something for dinner in case he does. Minotaurs, to your knowledge, prefer meat, so that's what you make. A simple salad for you, and a steak porridge for him. Once the smell of the food enters his sensitive nose, you hear him groan and slowly stir awake. The food done, you pour his in a bowl, and sit down on the floor beside him.
He slowly opens his eyes, but doesn't make any sudden moves. Probably in too much pain. You sit up on your knees, and fill a spoon up with the porridge. "Here, eat this." you tell him, and move the spoon to his mouth. Not going to argue, he opens his mouth and you feed him.
After his third mouth full, he asks, "Why did you save me?"
You fill another spoon full, and smile at him, unsure of the answer yourself. "I don't know. You just... seemed so helpless. I couldn't help it."
He takes another mouthful of porridge, and swallows it. "Thank you. But you shouldn't have saved me."
"Why not?" you ask, as you give him another mouthful.
"I'm dangerous."
"I'm sure you are. But right now, you're no more dangerous than a kitten."
He huffs at your words, his pride taken a slight hit. But doesn't argue. The rest of the night goes uneventful, once he finishes his porridge, he swiftly falls asleep, and you get the feeling that you should as well.
| Status | ||
| Health | female orc, amnesia, named Lorisa | Equipment:
simple brown dress, slippers, makeup, jewelry |
| Experience | Virgin | |
| HP | 100 | |
