[Center][H3][colour=2F4F4F][b]Gentle[/b][/colour][/h3][/Center][hr]

Gentle’s shovel sized hand scratched behind his ear as he considered the huntress’ question. Hot-blooded? That was putting things mild. Hotter-than-a-dragon-with-heartburn would have been closer to the truth, and didn’t he know it better than most.

[COLOR=2f4f4f]“Some of us hotter than others, but yeah, that’s about the twist of it.”[/color] He shrugged his heavy shoulders, equal parts contrite and embarrassed. This wasn't a subject he enjoyed discussing. Too many painful memories tied up with it. But, as Apollokeos taught, there can be no forigivness without acceptance, no redemption from cowardice. Better to face your fears than to live in their shadow. [color=2f4f4f]“[b]Minoas’ Gift[/b], I’ve heard some ‘taurs call it, though if it is a gift it’s the kind he should have kept the receipt for. Course the humans refer to it as [b]‘Baphomet’s Hunger’[/b], which, while being more insulting by design, does cleave a touch closer to the truth of the affliction.”[/color] 

He stopped himself from going more in depth, explaining the theological differences between the ancient God Minoas, and the horned demon Baphomet, and their respective roles in the Minotaur's creationist myth. That [b]was[/b] a subject he enjoyed discussing, had in fact spent many an enjoyable evening debating the intricacies of the tale with Pytheas, the elderly Abbot at the Temple of Clean Waters, but he’d gotten the impression from her slightly-sour response to his offer to pray to appease the trees that the small huntress was a sceptic when it came to the Gods. He might have been living in a temple the last five years, but he still didn’t like to think of himself as [i]‘preachy’[/i]. He chose to change the subject.

[color=2f4f4f]“Your father took on a raging bull ‘taur and lived to speak about it? That’s an impressive feat that few can boast of. Must be skilled. He teach you the bow? To survive in the wilds?”[/color]