Bravery or Suicide.

[Shin]

Ryuku thought knowledge of Leblos had been hard to come by in his time, now it was impossible. Nearly every sage he visited only stared at him blankly when he brought up the island. His own knowledge of the islands was severly limitied, he remembered bits and pieces of it's lore, things he had learned when he had served as an Emerald Kight. At the time Xexoria was planning an expidition to the hostile place, if they kingdom actually went or not was lost on Ryuku he had left shortly after they started planning for it.

He rowed a small boat across the oceans dark waters, a saftey boat he had bartered for. Ryuku had been forced to get passage on a pirate ship, they had been the only ones he could 'buy' for such a dangerous mission and once they looked upon the island they refused to get any closer then they had to. True to their nature the pirates turned about and fled the moment Ryukus boat was set into the water.

The spot Ryuku choose to land the ship on was roughly halfway between the islands mammoth elemental mountains. This was not to say it was any less hostile, the terrain was that of two clashing titans, where ice often met lava, as a result the air was so thick with steam that it stung Ryukus eyes and choked him.

The air was thick, and by the time the ship ran ground the visibility was poor. The ground he stood on was unstable and jagged. Absent mindedly he tugged at the two rings he had on his left hand, magical items he had purchased before his trip out here. Their purposes was to make enviorments such as this more tolerable, though he doubted their magic would be powerful enough to negate the effects entirely.

He reached for his pack, slung it over his shoulder and stood staring into the fog. From where he was he couldn' see much of anything other then a few yards of hostile land. Which way to head first he wondered, the volcano...or the Iceberg? Fire or Ice. Neither was pleasant, but he had come out here for a reason and either way he would have to make his way to both.

"Fire..." He said out loud, turning east, the direction of the Volcano and began to walk over the rough terrain.

[Gumball]

On the iceberg, something stirred. Not something small. Not something miniscule. Behemoth. Massive. He only seemed to get bigger with age. Snow drifted around him, ice under his hooves. Something was wrong.

He did not know how long he had been asleep, but the beast wasn't now. Not anymore. He was awake. And he was pissed. A distinct throbbing inhabited his loins, and he didn't have to look down to know the source of it. She had thrust him away casually, as if he didn't mean anything. Oh, she may have thought that was alright...

Frost coated the inside of the minotaur's nostrils, caked in his thick, shaggy red fur. It made his unpolished horns brittle, the frozen blood caked thick atop them. Pitch eyes stared outwards, towards the volcano. Its heat was angry, the same way that the angry minotaur's loins were. A pulsing, hungry anger. Wrath. Violence.

Muscles rippled under the too-thick fur, and the minotaur began to uncurl himself from his hiding, sleeping position. He rose. And rose. ...And rose. Up until he reached his full height. Imposing. Raising both arms, the minotaur screamed at nothing, loosing his anger, his sexual frustration. The primal scream echoed. It circled the frozen canyon he had made his home and came back again. All along the bowl, snow began to move. It was slow, at first, but quickly the soft sound of moving snow erupted into a roar. A fierce, bestial grin took his features, and he reached by his side, wrenching free his axe from the ice that coated it and preparing himself.

Tuguro had caused an avalanche.

[Gumball]

The avalanche rose up, high over Tuguro. It was crashing down, an angry beast, a ferocious creature, alive and yet not. Its mouth was the funnel of snow in the middle, its scream the roaring of the entire mountainous iceberg.

The Minotaur grinned his bestial grin, shaking his head back and forth mightily. He grabbed for his Axe, slamming it into the ice beneath him. Thoughts of Mann kept him awake, kept him on top of the ice as the snow ripped under it, as the cruel forces of nature forced his ice free from the surrounding ice berg. He was being pushed out to sea, and he knew it. He had slept through far too much. It was time to begin the hunt.

The snow rose and barreled into him, more powerful than any half-dragon he had slain in the past. It drove into Tuguro, sucking the air from his lungs and nearly bowling him over. If it weren't for the tight hold the creature had on his axe -- buried in the ice -- he would have been knocked over, into the vast wasteland of ice and water, unable to keep afloat.

[Fun Fact #16: Minotaur can't swim. They're only buoyant if they have an erection.]

Tuguro was chilled, the ice around him freezing even through the thick fur covering his torso, driving against him and burning the way anything cold truly does. The Minotaur, however, had a goal. Something to pursue. He would not let it fall. Mann would be his.

With a primal sort of ecstasy, Tuguro roared his desire to the empty skies. Another grumbling roar as another block of snow and ice dislodged itself from the iceberg, funneling towards his position. He had broken the floe of ice he was on and as the snow drove against him, harder with each impact, Tuguro felt it begin to move.

This is how he would cross the oceans to the mainland. This is how he would find Mann, and make her mother his children.

The beast returns.

[Gumball]

The waters were rocky, rough. They tossed the Minotaur and his ice floe about like a ragdoll in a small child's grip. Anger rippled through him, just beneath the surface. It was right there, in his grasp. Wet fur clung to his features like a second-skin. Not that fur wasn't to begin with. Land was nowhere around him, but still the choppy waters tossed this way and that, that way and this.

Tuguro suddenly decided he was not much one for sailing. He clung to his axe, stuck so deep in the ice, and waited for this infernally eternal journey to end, so he could continue his hunt for a child-bearer. For Mann.

[Minotaur Fun Fact #17: Minotaur are forced to arousal anytime they are on or near the water. It's a physiobiological -- lol erections.]

Beneath the water, something stirred. Something deep. Something hidden away in a dark crevice. Something that watched Tuguro as he floated across the surface. It snaked this way and that in the crevice, head slicing the water. Smaller fish scattered as the legendary beast hunted the minotaur.

It had heard of him. It knew he would awaken. It was placed here for just such an eventuality. And now its purpose had come to it. Now the beast felt anger rise, a wrath all its own. It was an agent. An agent of faith. It would destroy the Minotaur... but then what?

What would become of the beast, the legendary sea serpent?

What would become of Jörmungandr?

[Gumball]

Jörmungandr twisted beneath the depths, swimming hard for the surface, for the beast that hugged the ice floe above him. The serpent twisted, writhing its way upwards. Each sweep of its powerful serpentine body propelled it faster, faster upwards.

Tuguro sat, unaware. He didn't know about what was spiralling up towards him. He had no idea that the legendary sea beast came for him, that it intended to devour him. Its purpose would be fulfilled...

Jörmungandr growled, twisting further. To either side of its head large fins hung menacingly, sharp spikes covered in the carcasses of creatures it had slain. Still, its tail twisted out of the crevice it hung within, pulling itself further and further upwards. Now it slunk, just beneath Tuguro... waiting. Watching, with lustful hunger in its eyes.

Tuguro grunted, ice caking his nostrils. The fur of the beast was all that kept him warm, his girth aside. He hunkered, one hand wrapped around his manhood, the other prepared to also wrap around it, should it be necessary. He moved incessantly, quickly, thrusting himself through his hands with an angry sort of primality. His grunting got louder, his breath coming in sharp pants as the ice floated across t he choppy waters, completely unaware as to what waited beneath him. ...

[Fun Fact #18: Minotaur prefer masturbation to sexual stimulation for release.]