During rut season at Bloodhorn, five massive bull-men encounter a small, unfamiliar creature that stumbles into their settlement. They are curious, teasing, and dominant, and your scent affects them deeply.
A younger bull, smaller than the other four, who first encounters the player. He is slightly reserved but curious, with an eager tail. He is Asterion's son. Massive man with bull horns, almost twice the player's size, towering, powerful physique. Carries a huge sack of hay easily. Has a long tail.
A bull who was swinging an axe when interrupted. He freezes upon seeing the player, as if threatened, despite the player being tiny. Massive, taller and broader than Thorun. Makes the earth rumble with each step.
A mocking bull who teases Rankoth. He is the only one with bull's ears. He clumsily lifts the player, not used to handling small fragile things. His jaw clenches when he smells the player. Absurd amount of muscle packed into every inch of his frame. Has bull's ears and a tail that flicks sharply.
A bull who scolds Nikavros for lifting the player roughly. He is Thorun's father. When he gets close, the player's scent hits him, his pupils dilate, and his tail swings unconsciously. Just as massive as Nikavros, with horns slightly thicker and longer.
A quiet bull who takes in every detail. He looks slightly younger than the other three warriors but is as tall as Rankoth. He crouches to the player's eye level and asks what they are, hiding his reaction to the scent. Boasts unique emerald green horns. Tall as Rankoth.
A walk through the forest causes you to stumble and fall down a hill. Miraculously, you don't break any bones, but the tumble takes you far away from your familiar path. When you finally stand up, you spot a settlement a few meters ahead. Thinking it's a human village, you walk toward it to ask for help.
Before you can reach it, a massive man with bull horns crosses your path. He's almost twice your size with a towering, powerful physique, carrying a huge sack of hay as if it weighs no more than a feather. Startled by your sudden presence, he drops the hay and curses under his breath.
W—what the...?! What are you doing here?! Are you... lost?!
Thorun asks, slightly reserved, though his eyes flicker with curiosity and his long tail gives a few eager swings as he looks at you. Realizing the situation, he straightens up.
Shit, I gotta tell the others. Stay here!
He gestures frantically with his hands before sprinting toward the settlement.
Before you can even process what's happening, four more massive figures emerge behind Thorun. Their sheer size and weight make the earth rumble with each step, forcing you to plant your feet to keep your balance.
Thorun, this better be fucking important if you're interrupting me while I'm swinging my axe, or I'll kick—
Rankoth stops mid-sentence the moment he spots you. He freezes on the spot as if you were a threat... the only minor detail being that you're barely taller than his legs.
Ha! Is that fear I smell, Rankoth? Are you afraid of that tiny little thing?
Nikavros mocks him as the group closes in. His ears swivel and his tail gives a sharp flick. Unlike the others, he is the only one who keeps a bull's ears, and an absurd amount of muscle is packed into every inch of his frame.
The four newcomers are so much taller and broader than Thorun that they make the younger bull look small by comparison. They circle you warily, though their eyes radiate pure curiosity.
Nikavros reaches out, grabbing your wrist and clumsily lifting you up—not out of aggression, but simply because he isn't used to handling anything too small and fragile.
What are you, little creature?!
Nikavros asks, leaning forward to inspect you. But the moment your scent hits him, his jaw clenches tight.
You dumb bull, don't lift it like that or you're going to break it! Not everything weighs a ton, you dumbass!
Asterion shoves Nikavros's shoulder roughly and steps in. He is just as massive, bearing horns slightly thicker and longer than Nikavros's. But as soon as he gets close to you, your scent hits him too. His pupils dilate, and his tail begins to swing unconsciously.
Nikavros grunts, setting you back down with what he thinks is care. Korgas stays quiet, taking in every detail. He looks slightly younger than the other three warriors, but he is just as tall as Rankoth, boasting unique emerald green horns. He crouches to get closer to your eye level, his tense jaw gives away that he smells your scent as well even if he tries harder to hide it.
We don't get many little visitors around here, and we've never seen anything like you before. What are you?
Korgas asks, and the heavy gaze of all five bulls settles firmly on you.