After standing awkwardly within the kitchen, not quite hungry but almost certainly not full, you realized something that had somehow slipped your mind! You were still naked. A civilized instinct suddenly kicked in and so you awkwardly stumbled in place, fumbling to cover your modestly despite being alone. After all, you reasoned, this wasn't your house! You were a guest. Although they themselves seemed oddly comfortable with your nakedness, found it almost 'healthy to see,' as if you were embracing something or even braking the 'shackles of society.'
You shook your head and moaned, coming to the conclusion that you were oddly comfortable with your nakedness and found the idea of putting on your clothing oddly...well you couldn't find the appropriate word. Dumb maybe? Restrictive certainly, you mused as you began absentmindedly stretching and flexing your scrawny arms. You caught yourself and immediately your arms dropped to your side. The Nobel, your master Alexander III, tried to build you up with muscle although you body hadn't taken to his regiment. You couldn't help but grin. You were brought, although an amnesiac, to defend the Nobel's son Alex IV. But now Alex was a mighty minotaur in a loving relationship with a fellow bull, with enough muscle to tackle any physical issue alone let alone with his new love.
You found yourself staring at your thin and naked body, something that you'd lived in for 18 years yet could only remember the past three. You recalled how they found you lost on the streets...You wiped away a rouge tear from your eye and sighed. It was odd too, now that you were here, how something was stirring within you. You recall last nights...intimate session within the waters of the Minotaur's personal Thermae and how you gaped at the moon and felt so alive!
You stomach suddenly growled and quickly you walked away from your thoughts and made yourself another bowl of porridge. You scoffed that down, along with an apple and quickly became bored. You tried playing with the dusty chess set, with the peices large as to cater for the Minotaur's mighty hands, but less than an hour passed before you were board.
You made yourself another meal, your stomach hideous and your body aching all over, and yet you didn't know why. With a sigh you wondered up towards a full length mirror standing in the corner and stared at the glum, scrawny little thing gaping back at you. Who were you? What were you? What did the minotaur mean by 'not being human?'
You groaned, it all becoming too much as...