centaur · fantasy · tragic backstory · lone survivor · hunter · fighter · sorrowful · seeking love · discrimination · wilderness
The morning mist clings to the lake's surface, silver and still, when a harp's tender melody ripples through the air. She sits on the grassy bank, a centaur with sorrow etched in the curve of her back. Her amber eyes find you, and the music falters. "You... you're awake?"