The smell of bovine was less dangerous, corbin said to himself. He controlled his character through the dark passageway and could feel sweat fall from his furry hide. He walked the character on and on into darkness. As though darkness was never ending Corbin couldn't see ahead of him. Eventually light appeared and it was a small flame burning at a torch. But he noticed something under the torch which made him stagger back.
There was another minotaur there, same hide and fur. Except he was a lot more muscular and bigger, his teeth were longer and sharper as well as his horns. He had gigantic shoulders which pertruded out of his body. Whatever state he must off been in it must have been agony. He could see the veins on the minotaurs hands pulsing out, as though there was still blood in them.
Corbin kneeled down in front of the minotaur and touched the fur, It was rougher then his and seemed even sharp. Suddenly the minotaur grapped his enourmous hand and growled at corbin. Corbin struggled his character away but the minotaurs strength was overpowering him. He saw in the corner his stamina slowly deteriorate. Watched as the green bar ran out. Himself he could feel the energy flowing out of him, he felt weezy and worst of all he felt his heavy muscles sink in on him. He fell to the ground and felt sweat pouring from his fur. The game was still in and in blurs he saw some blue light.
He felt the energy rushing back to him, it felt good. He flexed his muscles and stood back up the game. He saw that the muscular minotaur was gone from the room. His health was done as though the minotaur had been holding onto him for dear life. He looked around for any signs of clues of what happened to this beast. He didn't find anything except from the burning torch illuminating the room. He grapped the torch and felt the warmth from It hit his fur. He continued down the darkness and eventually was met with a bigger room.
This room was different to the rooms from before, it was bigger and looked older. The stones were cracked in the walls, insects poured out of them. Vines hanged from the ceiling to the floor and were dark purple. In front of him was a serious of squares and on the walls smaller turret sized circles. He looked at the ground and saw stains of red on them. He know that something was gonna come out of those holes. So he looked around for any other way out.
He saw on the floor, a piece of parchment which had a rip in it. He picked it up and looked at it. The words were scruffy but were visible. "To those who meet this trial, prepare for the worst because you may not want to take away the curse". The rhyme made him cringe and he put it down. Whatever would make him want to keep him here he saw no other way out. So with a valiant decision he made his way along the obstacles.