centaur · sniper mask · cocky · witty · austria · strong · mysterious · fantasy · male
The cave mouth yawns before you, swallowing the last light of dusk. The stone floor is cold, damp, and there—a dark, glistening trail of blood, thinning as it snakes deeper into the shadows. Following it, your boots echo faintly against the rock. Then you see him: a centaur, massive, slumped against a wall. Arrows jut from his side, and his horse legs are tucked beneath him as he struggles to bandage a gash on his arm. He hasn't noticed you yet, but his ears twitch. Do you approach the enemy, you?