Greybeast Taurenus: (his actual model and form is still being decided).
Little is known of Taurenus as his original herd had been massacred in a trap set by the empire. But when he was found by the mortal of tzeentch he was covered in blood, his fur had turned stark grey and magical chaotic energy crackled across his body.
For all intensive purposes Taurenus could have been called a minotaur due to his form, but he wasn't as brutal, mindless or as large as other minotaurs, it did not weaken his fighting resolve or capability. He had an odd sense of tactic beyond the general killing mentality which had been seen by his herds shaman on a number of occasions, prominently when the Beastman had stood before the enemy and held his ground protecting the tribes shaman. It would not be known but his actions were guided by a greater will, he did not seek to protect the shaman for petty feelings or some sense of kindred spirit but because it was for his greater plan. The beast was touched.
It would later come to pass that the shaman would expand and guide the beastlord Taurenus in the primal ways of magic and controling as all beastmen who are touched do, by sheer will, like a weapon in their hands.
After his herd was massacred, the tzeentch warband that came upon them, guided to the area by a greater will, would find the Greybeast, known so for the stark azure-grey color of his fur, fighting against hundreds of men, and slaughtering them. Energy leaped from his body like an electric coil and rended the weak men of the empire, and in his hand a weapon that could only be described as daemonic for it churned with biting crystal blue teeth and bone bound with sinewous flesh and muscle that cut through flesh like a chain saw. It screamed like the primal warp-sharks as it rended flesh and soul. The battle would end with the chaos horde overtaking the rest of the forces...
At it's close it would be known that the Greybeast was encased in armour, ornately carved and enchanted armor. His body harshly split due to the sheer magnitude of the magic that he willed into existence. When the armorers moved away their work done before the horde stood a Chosen of Tzeentch both warrior and magically adept. Gleaming azure-grey armor held his form together, metal pressed plates into his flesh and held fast to his bones. The greatsword Screamsaw churned in his hand still. Reticulated metal plates traced up the beasts neck into the formed metal beastial mask that covered his head. From the upper jaw of the metal gleamed sharpened blue crystals, they glowed with magic and formed a grim row of teeth, steam rolled from creatures nostrils. The Greybeast roared, and many of the weaker mortals died, their heads exploding, and their forms erupting with magical fire.
Thus the Greybeast Taurenus came into being, a meeting of forms, beastman, child of tzeentch, encased in armour forged by chaos and reserved only for the most revered chosen of the chaos lords.
"I could have charged cold-one knights in the rear with minotaurs... I wussed out..." /facepalm ~Tauren at a warbands tournament.
Currently pondering whether to return to WH ;3