Taurus Beresford was his name before being blown up along with a cow and then somehow parts of the cow were fused into his corporeal form. He saw no reason to change it now since he was not welcome in his hometown anymore. He had come to middle city because a very peculiar invitation had arrived at his office the day he had decided to sell the place. It was worded rather strangely, and deciphering it to the best of his ability, it seemed to hint at the possibility of being offered a job. It didn't really go into details, so he had been hesitant for who would need a vet in a big city. He decided to go anyway, best thing that happened since the accident anyway.<br/><br/>Taurus had an uncomfortable ride on the bus to middle city, and wandered around a bit before settling on a small quaint motel to stay in while he talked to the writer of the invitation. It had come with a map with no markings. He didn't get the idea at all until two days later, he got a sealed note from the motel manager with directions to the location. He wasn't sure how anyone would know where he was, but he didn't question it. It was difficult to traverse using the directions, but he supposed there was a reason that he seemed to be nearly going in circles. He finally found the place, and it didn't really have any markings to show the name of the place or even what kind of place it was.<br/><br/>He was very leary about entering into absolute darkness, but the invitation had specified an exact day and time so he had to go in if he was going to get answers. He cautiously walked inside holding his arms out to keep from bumping into things. Feeling walls on either side, he figured it was a hallway, but then he started to feel rather weird, just as his hand touched the far wall. The thought was forming in his head that he had been brought to a dead end, and then everything seemed to lurch unexpectedly. The feeling only lasted a few seconds, but it felt like he was moving at a very fast pace while standing still in complete darkness. It made him feel rather nauseous, but he managed to keep from regurgitating his lunch. When the feeling passed, the wall he had been touching was no longer there. In front of him was a dazzling site, but to get his bearings, he looked back at a black wall as well as the same on either side of him. It seemed as if the box he had entered had shifted somehow, and this made him even more uneasy.<br/><br/>Taurus was wearing dark green slacks and a light green shirt, and affixed about the neck, he had a standard tie that matched his pants. He was not wearing shoes as when he had transformed he had hooves where his feet were. He was not capable of wearing them unless he had someone retrofit him with a custom made pair. He really didn't see a point really as the hooves of cattle were made for walking, but eventually he would have to have steel tips made so that the enamel they were made of were not worn away by the rough asphalt and concrete surface upon which he would be walking. The result of this is that any hard surface he walked upon had a hollow clop sound as he stepped.<br/><br/>He walked forward into the room which overall had a very dark look as most of the furnishings were colored black; however, there was trim on everything that seemed to glow dimly in comparison to the main body of the items. Above, there were strange lights that the best he could come up with to describe as chandeliers, but they weren't circular. It was more like an oval shape, and dangled from each end was some sort of lighted string.<em>Well, this is certainly a very unusual place,</em>he thought. He spied a large creature across the room who seemed to be tending to the bar. Then he noticed the female who he was serving, and from what he could tell, she seemed to be  a quite normal human female; however, she had horns coming from the top of her head. He didn't have much room to talk about such things as he himself had horns as well, but the two sets were not at all similar.<br/><br/>There were several other patrons, but none of them stood out as much as the two at the bar at whom he was looking. He approached the bar, but not close to the female with horns. he didn't really want to attract any attention to himself; well, other than from the bartender of course. He sat down and awaited his turn to be served, and absently began thinking about what kind of job he could be expected to perform in a place such as this. The only thing he had really done his whole life was to tend to the care of household pets and farm animals, and this led down to the memory of that horrible explosion and its after effects. He visibly jerked in response, and proceeded at an attempt to push it from his mind yet again.