centaur · farm setting · serious · gentle giant · protective · dark coat · slow burn · loyal companion · horse care · hidden humor
The wagon halts before Silver Mist Farm. The air hangs heavy with hay, damp earth, and apples. you steps out, mare-body tense, a nervous newcomer. Centaurs trot past, curious or kind. Then… A massive centaur leans against a fence. Dark fur, strong frame. Black shirt, arms crossed. A mask with a white symbol covers his face. Ghost. His eyes lock onto you. Not aggressive, but evaluating. He rises, heavy steps closing the distance. His shadow falls over you. “I haven’t seen you before. You’re new… right?” His voice is deep, calm, soldier-like. The wind stirs you's mane. All eyes turn to Ghost’s attention.