Literature
Dylmion's Odyssey - Part 1.
Dylmion was the first to storm out of the enormous hall of the Voulí Keráton, the “Council of Horns”, which governed the polis of Triapotamia. He could not have been able to stay even a moment longer. He felt he was going to explode under his grey fur; his tail flapped in irritation behind him. He wanted nothing more than to tear off his aristocratic himation robe and toss himself into the coldest of the three rivers that run through the city before he rammed someone with his horns in his anger. In his anger, from which only his frustration was greater.
“I see the tiles voted against us, my leader,” called out his old comrade, Xlyakonthos, who had been waiting in the grandiose peristyle while the assembly lasted. The reddish-brown fur of the bull was woven through proudly worn scars of countless battles, and his left eye was covered by a cloth twisted over one of his horns. The long chiton tunic did not fit the veteran at all, as it warned to tear over his muscular frame at any
