The minotaur was taken.<br/><br/>In so many ways. The Queen was completely feeding up his imagination, overtaking his mind and all senses from the creature to be with her. There was little else he would want from her but from fulfilling some desires most would consider base - but taking into account how his life would most certainly change from an eternity of providing punishment to the lost and the damned to a most certainly tiring task of being a bodyguard to a creature that certainly harboured a fair share of enemies, M'Gul actually thought of requiring nothing more for his payment than to... possess her.<br/><br/>Every now and then, of course. He would become a glued asset on her court. To follow and stand guard everywhere, be it from the bedchamber to the High Hall. As he walked into the water, he felt the boiling heat coming to clease his features from the disgusting layers of sweat and dried seed and blood, making him from brown to black once more as he rushed his large hands against his features, swatting away and pulling on his locks to scrub them clean.<strong>"I had little rights, and many duties."</strong>, he said simply.<strong>"My Queen."</strong>Adding that measured title could certainly swoon her a little more his way.<br/><br/><strong>"I was tasked with punishing souls. As a breeder of success, I could even choose from the numbers that had to be taken."</strong>, he said as he remembered. He could take any souls he wanted to fill up his own tithe and quota of impregnations, after all. Slowly, he knelt down to sink wholly into the water, washing his very bovine features prior to revealling himself once more for the naked beauty before him.<br/><br/>The horns dissapeared into the pool out of a sudden - quite a feat, considering just how enormous the minotaur was. For some moments, he remained hidden like a tortoise that swun, and then he reappeared, emerging slowly from the liquids, water rushing down his massive, muscled frame as he appeared a little closer still to the Queen.<br/><br/><strong>"...Of course, I do not know how my tasks will... use my... assets."</strong>, he reminded her of his condition with a soft wink. How presumptuous, yet he did not halt himself there. He felt this demoness would respect pride and ambition on her own.