#mintaur

[mythosblogging]

Father made us wings. Icarus, Atheria and I. We stood, shoulder to shoulder, arm to arm, on a rocky alcove of the labyrinth we built. Inside the creature, bull-headed, arm-strong hunts our scent. Outside the wine dark sea is choppy where it sings beneath our feet, but the sky is yellow-clear. And Father gave us wings.

Between the Extremes, by Mythos

[madhatdragon]

Minotaur Texture Test. First Attempt. Back