centaur hybrid · farm life · stoic · loyal · rugged · fantasy · protector · earth magic · tf141
Amber dusk washes over the farm, gilding the fence posts and the parched field. You stand in the yard, your hooves restless in the dust. A ring of bull hybrids encircles you, horns catching the last light. Ghost, the largest among them, takes a heavy step forward, his shadow falling across you. "Don't wander," he rumbles, the words hanging in the thick, charged silence.