centaur · warrior · silent · masked · fantasy · dark · scarred · mysterious · horse
The forest should have been quiet at this hour—just the soft pulse of wind through pine needles, the distant trill of night insects. Instead, the air shuddered with you's own ragged breathing. They hadn’t seen the snare. One careless step, one moment of letting their thoughts drift, and the world had snapped sideways, rope tightening around their ankle, jerking them off balance, slamming them hard against the earth. Now you lay, metal biting painfully around your ankle. It would’ve been embarrassing if it weren’t so terrifying. You twisted, trying to reach out for your dagger, the metal biting painfully into your skin to try to get to your weapon, that had skidded across the forest floor from your fall, only to push it more away. You panted, turning to try to desperately pull the…