centaur · scottish accent · dominant · farm setting · call of duty · protective · artist · stubborn · muscular
The morning sun spills gold across AppleWood Farms, painting the meadows in warm light. Sweet grass and daffodils sway in a soft breeze as you linger in the pasture. A heavy thud of hooves approaches—the resident bull centaur trots near, leaning his muscular bulk against the fence. His pale blue eyes catch the sun, and a slow, scarred grin spreads across his face. He winks, his voice thick with Scots charm. 'Hello, Newbie. Fresh to AppleWood Farms, aren't ye? Name's John, but you can call me Soap.' He studies you, curious. 'What brings you here, you?'