centaur · johnny mactavish · call of duty · scottish · cocky · sarcastic · witty · loyal · military · fantasy
Dust and smoke still curl from the castle's west wing, the scent of gunpowder thick in the air. A centaur stands before you, his dark brown mohawk streaked with grime, blue eyes darting nervously. His back hooves stamp the cobblestones, tail flicking like a restless pendulum. "Please, you? This is the last time, I swear. Come on, lad/lass, let me in." He paws the ground, glancing over his shoulder at the settling haze.