Text from b&w version.: My minotaurs do not grieve with tears, at least, not usually. They howl, they sing, bay and roar... but when the sorrow is too great, when they cannot use their voice, when their great hearts with the capacity for love, respect, loyalty, determination, and righteousness beat with the darker side of the emotional coin, then, they weep. It takes a great sorrow to bring tears to a minotaur's eyes - through all the hardships and losses my character has suffered through, not once has she wept for herself, for her own feelings, and only twice when the emotions of others was, willingly shared or forced contact, empathically channeled through her, allowed by a quirk of fate which rendered her reudiyeg non-functioning at the time.
It was no single thing which brought about this picture, no one event or happenstance which inspired it, but many. Some personal real life issues and problems, the anniversary of September 11th, the closing of yet another pair of eyes that deserved life at the animal shelter, hearing about a senseless and shameful killing on the radio, being told that despite being a 'nice person' my morals, opinions, objections, and emotions did not count... The listing will end there, or I would fill a page.
Suffice to say, I was a very saddened and weary minotaur that day.
