"What if people were born with their traits that matched their zodiac? Like, Aries has ram horns and Sagittarius were centaurs. I would live in a world like that..."
I would live in world like your's, instead...
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"Mom," I whispered. My hands shook, clutching the circulation from her fingers. My face drained of its golden brown color, eyes wide with fear. My ears twitched, hearing the drum bursting sound of the screaming audience. My tail swatted the dense air as my hooves made small pats in the dirt. "I don't want to die today." Tears fell down my face as I turned to my mother.
"I'm so sorry." She bent down and squeezed me as tight as she could. I felt the water soak my draped red top. "I never wanted this. Not to you, not to anyone."
"Everyone!" The announcer called through his obnoxious microphone. "Are you ready...for a bull fight?!" The audience cheered and whooped. My mother kissed me on the forehead and stumbled into the dark, sobbing. "But first, let's introduce our fighter!"
"Mr. Fletcher! Amazing to see you! How are you today?"
"I'm fine, actually. Had a big breakfast today. Toast, eggs, bacon. The whole nine yards."
Meanwhile, I couldn't keep mine down. "Are you ready for your fight?"
"Absolutely. You can throw what ever you've got back there, I'll beat it." My heart raced as I wiped the tears from my cheeks. I took a deep breath and stepped to the crack of sunlight that leaked through the wooden doors.
"That's the enthusiasm we like to see here for bull fights! Now," I heard him pause and make his way up the concrete steps. "Unleash the beast!"
The wooden doors flung open, flooding the small space with daylight. I walked forward, kicking the dust in the air with the wind as my skirt dragged against the Earth. "Welcome, Taurus!"
In this world, I'm not worthy of a name. I'm just what my zodiac presents me to be. A bull destined to die at the hands of a praised and groomed Leo that wielded a sword while in a ceremonial red, two peice outfit that revealed my stomach, I must face death.
The audience screamed, waving colored flags and threw roses in the arena. The Leo turned away from me as he waved to the crowd as I picked one of the roses at my feet and placed it in my hair, just under my side-headed horns. I looked to the zodiacs who thought this was an act of entertainment.
It made me sick.
"You're the first actually pretty bull I've ever had to fight," the Leo turned around to face me. He wore a golden studded bull fighter outfit, accented with the murder weapon. He followed my gaze to his sword at his hilt. "I had it repolished for this special occasion. Just for you."
"What a pleasure." I growled, clenching my hands into fists, tears threatening to fall and wipe the golden makeup that made it through the first flood. I bent down and ripped a peice of my skirt and tied my hair in a ponytail. The Leo looked stunned. No one ever tore their outfits since they were inherited from our relatives before us. Dead or alive.
"On my count...one," the Leo unveiled a white handkerchief from his sleeve.
"Two..." my nosering started to feel hotter and hotter, baking in the summer heat above my upper lip. The dirty, matted fur on my back stood on end. I huffed and dragged my right leg back, kicking the dirt behind me. Rage and fear flashed in my chocolate eyes.
"Three!"
...let's just say...I'm not in my world anymore...can I join yours?...
