"I ain't never seen nothin' like that," said the second man.
Aurox was already absorbing the fear that was beginning to radiate from them. His skin pulsed with the cold fire of it.
"Is they horns? Ah, hell no! I'm outta here." The third man turned and scurried back the way he had come. The other two began to back slowly away, eyes wide, shocked and staring.
Aurox looked to Priestess. "What is your command?" In some distant part of his mind, he wondered at the sound of his voice-how it had become so guttural, so bestial.
"Their pain makes you stronger." Priestess looked pleased. "And different, more fierce. " She looked at the two retreating men and her full upper lip lifted in a sneer. "Isn't that interesting ... Kill them."
Aurox moved so quickly the nearest man had no chance to escape. He gored him through his chest, lifting him so that he writhed and shrieked and soiled himself.
This made Aurox even more powerful.
With a mighty toss of his head, the skewered man flew into the building to land, crumpled and silent, beside the first man.
The other man didn't run away. Instead he pulled out a long, dangerous looking knife and charged at Aurox.
Aurox feinted to the side and then, when the man overcompensated, he stomped a cloven hoof through his foot, ripping off his face as the man fell forward.
Breathing hard, Aurox stood over the bodies of his vanquished enemies. He turned to Priestess.
"Very good," she said in her emotionless voice. "Let us leave this place before the authorities descend." Aurox followed her. He walked heavily, his hoofs gouging furrows in the dirty all ey. He fisted his claws at his side as he tried to make sense of the emotional storm that flowed through his body, taking with it the power that had fueled his battle frenzy.
Weak. He felt weak. And more. There was something else.
"What is it?" she snapped at him when he hesitated before entering the car again.
He shook his head. "I do not know. I feel-"
She laughed. "You don't feel at all. You're obviously overthinking this. My knife doesn't feel. My gun doesn't feel. You're my weapon; you kill. Deal with it."
"Yes, Priestess." Aurox got in the car and let the world speed past him. I do not think. I do not feel. I am a weapon.
Aurox
"Why are you standing here looking at me?" Priestess asked him, staring at him with eyes of green ice.
"I await your command, Priestess," he said automatically, wondering how it was possible to have displeased her. They had just returned to her lair at the top of the magnificent building called Mayo. Aurox had walked to the balcony and simply stood there, quietly, gazing at Priestess.
She blew out a long breath. "I have no command for you at this moment. And must you always stare at me?" Aurox looked away, focusing on the lights of the city and how they glittered all uringly against the night sky.
"I await your command, Priestess," he repeated.
"Oh, by all the gods! Who would have known the Vessel created for me would be as mindless as he is beautiful?" Aurox felt the change in the atmosphere before Darkness materialized from smoke and shadow and night.
"Mindless, beautiful, and deadly..."
The voice rang in his head. The enormous white bull formed fully before him. His breath was fetid, yet sweet. His gaze was horrible and wonderful at the same time. He was mystery and magick and mayhem together.
Aurox dropped to his knees before the creature.
"Get off your knees. Get up and go back there..." She waved her hand in a dismissive gesture toward the shadows that edged the far recesses of the rooftop.
"No, I'd rather he stayed. I enjoy gazing on my creations."
Aurox didn't know what to say. This creature commanded his attention, but Priestess commanded his body.
"Creation s?" Priestess put a special emphasis on the last part of the word as she moved languidly toward the massive bull. "Do you often make gifts like this to your foll owers?"