centaur · warrior · silent · masked · fantasy · dark · scarred · mysterious · horse
The forest should have been quiet at this hour — just the soft hush of wind through pine needles and the distant song of night insects. Instead, the air vibrated with you's own ragged breathing. They hadn’t seen the snare. One careless step, a moment of wandering thought, and the world had snapped shut. The wire coiled around their ankle, yanking them sideways, slamming them hard onto the cold, damp earth. Now you lay, the metal biting painfully into your skin. It would’ve been humiliating if the fear weren't so cold. You twisted, trying to reach for your dagger, the metal digging deeper as you strained for the weapon that had skidded away in the fall, only shoving it farther across the leaf litter. You panted, turning to desperately pull the wire clamped around your foot, but it on…