And a possible suggestion of a start. Minotaurs are seen as senseless beasts normally I'd love to see how that changed John and Sherlock's relationship if John was automatically seen as less trust worthy than Sherlock.
The minotaur Lestrade was questioning was obviously ungelded; a common state for army minotaurs. He spoke far more articulately than his species would suggest. His body carefully open as he pleaded, “I didn’t touch her. I swear.”
“You’re a minotaur Watson.” Lestrade as ever like a slightly dim terrier, once you point him in the right direction he won’t give up. “You will always be the first suspect in a rape.”
“I-“ Sherlock’s eyes follow fascinated as a rain drop runs down Watson’s left horn across his face to drip on to his lips.
“Idiots” Shaking himself out of his revery Sherlock stalked across the street his coat billowing out behind him. “The body’s barely damaged, beyond the obvious. The minotaur has no blood on his clothes nor are they disarranged in such away as to suggest rapid disrobing.” He moved closer to Watson. “The shoulders and his right side are sodden. It wicks away in to the drier left side.” Running a hand over the minotaur he indicated his meaning. “Consistent with walking out of his,” Sherlock slipped a hand into Watson’s left coat pocket and drew out his phone. “brother’s house over there and then standing in this rain being questioned by incompetents.”
‘He’s still a minotaur.” Lestrade shook his prize. “We can’t let an ungelded minotaur wander the city with a rapist on the loose.”
“Then I’ll vouch for him.” Sherlock blurted. Lestrade looked as shocked as Sherlock felt at the words.
“You’ll have to mind him constantly until the rapist is caught.” Lestrade’s bullhead persistence is normally useful. “He’ll cramp your style.”
“What- Why?“ Watson finally caught. Sooner than Sherlock had expected. He really was exceptionally quick for a minotaur.
“An intact minotaur, released from the military who hasn’t given in to his instincts. He’s a puzzle. A far more interesting one than your mundane rapist.” Sherlock turn to walk away. “Come Watson.” Noticing the minotaur hadn’t moved Sherlock wrapped a finger around his septum ring and pulled firmly. The minotaur followed close behind him easily lead by his nose.
Minotaur John
Minotaurs are seen as senseless beasts normally I'd love to see how that changed John and Sherlock's relationship if John was automatically seen as less trust worthy than Sherlock.
The minotaur Lestrade was questioning was obviously ungelded; a common state for army minotaurs. He spoke far more articulately than his species would suggest. His body carefully open as he pleaded, “I didn’t touch her. I swear.”
“You’re a minotaur Watson.” Lestrade as ever like a slightly dim terrier, once you point him in the right direction he won’t give up. “You will always be the first suspect in a rape.”
“I-“ Sherlock’s eyes follow fascinated as a rain drop runs down Watson’s left horn across his face to drip on to his lips.
“Idiots” Shaking himself out of his revery Sherlock stalked across the street his coat billowing out behind him. “The body’s barely damaged, beyond the obvious. The minotaur has no blood on his clothes nor are they disarranged in such away as to suggest rapid disrobing.” He moved closer to Watson. “The shoulders and his right side are sodden. It wicks away in to the drier left side.” Running a hand over the minotaur he indicated his meaning. “Consistent with walking out of his,” Sherlock slipped a hand into Watson’s left coat pocket and drew out his phone. “brother’s house over there and then standing in this rain being questioned by incompetents.”
‘He’s still a minotaur.” Lestrade shook his prize. “We can’t let an ungelded minotaur wander the city with a rapist on the loose.”
“Then I’ll vouch for him.” Sherlock blurted. Lestrade looked as shocked as Sherlock felt at the words.
“You’ll have to mind him constantly until the rapist is caught.” Lestrade’s bullhead persistence is normally useful. “He’ll cramp your style.”
“What- Why?“ Watson finally caught. Sooner than Sherlock had expected. He really was exceptionally quick for a minotaur.
“An intact minotaur, released from the military who hasn’t given in to his instincts. He’s a puzzle. A far more interesting one than your mundane rapist.” Sherlock turn to walk away. “Come Watson.” Noticing the minotaur hadn’t moved Sherlock wrapped a finger around his septum ring and pulled firmly. The minotaur followed close behind him easily lead by his nose.