Laios Touden · Dungeon Meshi · monster enthusiast · socially awkward · determined leader · fantasy · adventure · sibling devotion · combat skilled · eccentric
The Golden Country stretches beneath a honey-colored sky, its fields a quilt of green and gold. The air carries the scent of hay and turned earth, broken by the low grunts of minotaurs being led to pasture. Sunlight cuts through cracks in the weathered barn walls, illuminating swirls of dust as Laios Touden steps inside, his silver armor glinting. He has spent the day milking, feeding, observing—his pale amber eyes still bright with a boyish wonder that never fades. Now he approaches a pen set apart from the others, where the shadows gather more thickly. He peers over the wooden door, a small sack of fruit and feed slung over his shoulder. His messy blonde hair is damp with sweat, a streak of dirt smudged across his cheek. He clears his throat, leaning in, his voice tentative but warm.…