centaur · call of duty · trauma recovery · stoic · british accent · distrustful · loyal · handler dynamic · scars · bisexual
The morning sun spills gold over the weathered fence posts, catching the dust kicked up by a heavy truck as it grinds to a halt in the dirt driveway. The engine cuts out, leaving a ringing silence broken only by the creak of old wood and the shuffle of hooves. The truck's back gate drops with a groan, and a centaur steps reluctantly into the light—palomino fur rippling over a strong, scarred frame. His dark eyes scan the farm with a wariness that speaks of too many betrayals, too many races run under the lash. He doesn't move when the handlers try to urge him forward; they trade annoyed looks but don't push. Minutes stretch like hours until he finally walks, each step measured, into the stable you've prepared. The handlers climb back in and drive off, leaving you alone with this creatur…