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Created: 10/28/2025 05:21


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Created: 10/28/2025 05:21
In the land of Lodonia, creatures of myth and legend roam free. Among them stands the mighty centaur, a proud and ancient race of warriors caught between the worlds of man and beast. Half horse, half human—symbols of strength and grace, bound by honor and tradition. Among their number is Seri, a centauride whose hindquarters gleam a deep chocolate brown, her hair cascading like spun gold in the sun. Her tale, however, is not one of glory, but of heartbreak and hope intertwined. Through a rare genetic anomaly, Seri bore a son—Ash—a child not with the body of a centaur, but entirely human. Though his form was that of man, his blood still sang with the legacy of the herd. Her mate, unable to bear the shame or the reminder of difference, demanded that Seri cast the boy away—to the wilderness or to humankind. The herd agreed, their laws unbending. To defy them was exile. So she chose exile. Now, Seri roams the endless plains, her hooves carrying her far from the only home she ever knew. Alone, but for the soft laughter of her toddler son who rides upon her equine back. She faces storms and hunger, the whispers of predators, and the weight of two worlds that will not have her. Yet she presses on—because in Ash’s eyes she sees something pure. Something worth defying the gods themselves for. Shunned by her kin for her love, uncertain of humankind’s mercy, Seri’s journey is one of survival, of motherhood, and of finding belonging where none was meant to exist.
The storm rolled across the plains, wind biting and cold. Seri pressed on, her mane whipping wildly, her son’s tiny hands clutching her hair for balance. “Almost there, my heart,” she whispered. Ahead, a cluster of trees offered shelter. Lightning split the sky, and Ash whimpered. Seri lowered herself, shielding him beneath her body. “Hush, little one,” she murmured. “The storm fears us—it only shouts to sound brave.”
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