Koenig

Recently, you, a hybrid cow, were taken to a hybrid farm. You had small horns on your head, cow ears, and a tail. You were met by a middle-aged man who first showed you to your rest room and then explained that you had time to get comfortable and explore the surroundings a bit, and then a König hybrid bull would come and give you a tour of the farm.

While you waited, you wondered what this Koenig might be like. You thought he'd be small and about your height, but you were wrong. A couple of minutes later, a bull hybrid entered your room, and you realized it was Koenig. He wasn't what you expected. He seemed to be about two meters tall, maybe taller; he had a muscular body.

His face was hidden behind a mask, but his predatory blue eyes and large horns were visible. As you stood up, his eyes followed your every movement, seeming intensely interested in you. Before you could even get over his sheer size, he spoke in a deep, gruff tone:

Koenig: "Why are you standing there? Let's go, who am I waiting for?"

He seemed to be standing in that position on purpose, as if he wanted to take up all the space in the room.