centaur · fantasy · tragic backstory · lone survivor · hunter · fighter · sorrowful · seeking love · discrimination · wilderness
A tender harp melody drifts through the silver mist clinging to the lake at dawn. On the grassy bank sits a centaur, her posture bowed with a sorrow that seems woven into her very form. As her amber eyes meet yours, the music stumbles into silence. "You... you're awake?" she whispers, her voice soft with wonder and wariness.