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The Eyes of the Night - Boros

Added 2025-02-18 23:56:49 +0000 UTC

UPDATED 20/02/2025 : Discover the story of Boros the Minotaur, his chaotic arrival in GreenWood, his discovery of true love with a human named Elian, and the heartbreaking injustice that will turn his fiery heart into a blaze of rage...
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On Gorethar, a planet where survival depended on brute strength and instinct, Boros was a feared mercenary. The ebony brown-furred minotaur, muscular and imposing, lived a solitary life, taking on perilous quests to support himself. He had a reputation as a relentless warrior, and it was without hesitation that he accepted a dangerous mission: to explore the Forest of Shadows, a place shrouded in mystery and terrifying tales. There was talk of demonic creatures and an ancient power lurking at its heart. But for Boros, only the lure of gain mattered.

After days of facing the dangers of the forest, he finally reached the heart of this cursed place. Before him stood ancient ruins, imbued with a palpable magical energy. As he cautiously advanced, a beam of light suddenly burst forth, eclipsing everything. The light overwhelmed his vision and senses, and he collapsed, his mind slipping into unconsciousness.

When he opened his eyes again, Boros, confused, realized that he was no longer on Gorethar. Around him, the landscape had changed: similar ruins surrounded him, but the sky, the air and the atmosphere seemed different. Even more disturbing, he was completely naked, his clothes and weapons gone. As he tried to understand what was happening to him, men in uniforms and helmets appeared. They wore strange clothes and weapons he had never seen, what intrigued him was the shape of some of the bodies accompanying the humans... They had nothing human, but looked more like Tharians.

Boros stiffened, ready to fight, but these humans were not like those of his planet. They seemed confident, organized and, surprisingly, well equipped.

The individuals subdued him without violence and took him to a center they called the MCP (Multispecies Coexistence Program). Boros quickly learned that he was now on Earth, transported in an inexplicable way. He was not the first Tharian to arrive on this planet, and this program had been designed to integrate the newcomers into a mixed society, where humans and Tharians coexisted. This idea upset the minotaur. On Gorethar, humans were a weak and submissive species, often reduced to slavery or used as a tool of pleasure. How could they coexist here with the Tharians? For Boros, this situation defied all logic.
During the first month, Boros, "prisoner" of the M.C.P. institute or human and Tharian guards followed each of the actions of him and other Tharians of his group, he was subjected to intensive courses. He learned the common terrestrial language, the history of humanity and the principles of this city called GreenWood, a utopian place where Tharians and humans live together. He remained skeptical, his mind constantly torn between his past on Gorethar and this new reality. The humans of Earth seemed so different... was empathy their true nature?

Everything changed during the second month, when the group of Tharians in training were mixed with a group of humans from cities outside GreenWood. It was a culture shock for Boros, and the first few days were tense. But over time, he developed a certain curiosity for one human in particular: Elian, a smiling young man with warm brown eyes and slightly tousled hair. Their first exchange was awkward. Boros, with his accent still marked, asked direct questions that made Elian laugh, but not with mockery... rather with sincere affection. Elian found something adorable in the minotaur's clumsiness, which deeply disturbed Boros. Never had a human spoken to him like that, with such gentleness.

Days passed, and Boros found himself seeking Elian's company. The human seemed fascinated by him, asking him a thousand questions about Gorethar, about his life as a mercenary. Boros, wary at first, gradually let himself go. When Elian put a hand on his arm for the first time, the minotaur felt an unknown warmth rise in him. He was not used to these sensations, but he did not push them away. Each moment spent with Elian seemed to soften the rough edges of his heart.

During the third month at the MCP institute, the Tharians in his group were allowed to move freely within the building, indeed, the security protocols were relaxed. Boros and Elian found themselves alone in the human's dormitory. The desire between them had become palpable over the days, a mutual attraction that neither of them dared to really verbalize. One night, however, everything changed. Elian, after a light conversation, placed a hand on the minotaur's cheek. Their eyes met, and without a word, their lips met. For Boros, it was a mixture of emotions: a sweetness he had never known, an intimacy he had never explored. It was a night that changed everything, a night when their bond became undeniable.

But this happiness was short-lived. During the fifth month, Boros, while going to get Elian from his dormitory, smelled a smell he knew too well: that of blood. Panicked, he quickened his pace and opened the door to discover a scene of horror. Elian was lying on the ground, bathed in a pool of blood. Boros rushed to his side, gently lifting him up. The human, panting, found the strength to raise a hand to the minotaur's face. In a weak breath, he uttered these words: "I love you. » Then his hand fell, and his gaze went blank.

Boros felt something inside him break. Tears he thought he couldn’t shed streamed down his face. He screamed, a cry of pain and rage. As a group of MCP guards entered the room, their weapons aimed at him, Boros turned to see a familiar face in the hallway: the taciturn orc of his group, a smirk tugging at his lips. Boros read the silent words on his lips: “Sorry, princess, I broke your toy.”

Boros was consumed by rage. His eyes flared red, and in a fit of fury, he threw himself at the orc, pushing aside the group of guards, some of whom crashed against the surrounding walls. The fight that followed was brutal. The walls shook under the force of the blows exchanged. Finally, Boros crushed the orc's life under his fists. But he knew that despite this injustice, he would not be able to escape the justice of humans, he had become the target to be shot down. Guards from the institute were arriving from all sides. Seeing no other way out, Boros threw himself at the dormitory window and jumped from the fourth floor, landing heavily on the ground.

Wounded but determined, he ran through the city, this unknown place, until he found himself in a dilapidated district: the slums of GreenWood. There, he was attacked by another orc, even more massive than the one he had faced. The orc crushed him against a wall, but instead of killing him, he listened to him, asking who he was. After a tense exchange, the orc introduced himself: Borz, another Tharian rejected by this system and victim of experimentation. He held out a massive hand to Boros: "Come with me, be my right-hand man. I promise you that we will make them pay." The minotaur took this hand. "My name is Boros." Thus began a new alliance, marking the beginning of Boros story in GreenWood.