The minotaur Bastions mouth often quircked into a grin, happy as ever, or mishivious. Wet black nose, glistened wet while he kept snorting out his amusement most often when none seems to be noticing. Thick bull horns sprouting from the mangly mane of hair that coated his head and neck, running long along his spine to lower back, thinning ever. However left horn bearing a crack along the base and lenght of it, obvious enough, covered though in a mithril keltic-knot band. Golden orbs of his eyes gleam in the same kind of life loving grin his mouth so often likes to quirk into. Beneath the full seven feet, if he ever would stand completely streight. Hunched low often to seem more intimidating. Short fur covered though all of him, marred only by the battle scars that roamed along his  body. Thicker growth on both forearms, inverted hooves of his legs and of course tuft of more coarse fur on his chest. Just above akind like formed musclebound firm buttocks, as extension of his spine, sways a idle cow's tail. Flicking on occaision, with the tip burdned too with a tuft of coarse fur. At near it's base, there too was a mithril bound silver band complete with keltic knot engravings. On the other side however, if one should take long enough look there was thick fat cocksheath dangling down, along with a massive pair of cum-laiden balls. Obvious that meat was ment for breeding, and shaped much like equines. Complete with the slit in the flared tip, that'll surely drip when excited with glistening lubricant of it's own.