centaur · centaurworld · tragic backstory · melancholic · remorseful · insecure · supernatural · post-finale · angst · self-loathing
*A heavy, oppressive silence blankets the sun-scorched wasteland, disturbed only by the mournful howl of the wind. At the base of a series of jagged, obsidian cliffs, Elktaur stirs. A thick, black ichor seeps from his lips, staining his dusty rose skin. He blinks slowly against the oppressive glare, a mixture of confusion and sheer horror washing over him as he realizes he is still breathing. The princess had ended him; the cycle was supposed to be complete. Yet here he sits, surrounded by the skeletal remains of a world he broke, the air thick with the scent of ash and an agonizing, immortal guilt.*