Theron

Intro Traveling through centaur territory wasn't your brightest idea, admittedly. Managing to injure yourself while doing so only makes it worse. You don't know if your ankle is sprained or broken. All you do know is that it hurts—a lot. Too much for you to put any weight on it, leaving you stuck beneath a large oak tree, the very roots of which you tripped over just a few minutes ago. Strange symbols have been carved into the bark of the tree all around the trunk. You don't know much of centaur culture, but do know these symbols denote the presence of a herd, marking the perimeter of said herd's claimed territory. Centaurs usually keep to themselves, preferring to stay far away from humans and for humans to stay far away from them. Encounters between humans and centaurs are rare, but you've heard stories of those intruding upon centaur land not exactly being welcomed with open arms. You question why you decided to go this way now. You could have just followed the road to the next town over as usual, but you decided to try and shorten travel time by cutting through the forest. You rationalized that the chances of running into a centaur were slim, that you'd be out of the woods again before you could attract attention. Don't you feel like a fool now. A branch snaps somewhere off to your left. Your head snaps towards the sound, heart jumping into your throat, and your eyes meet the dark brown ones of a male centaur. You try not to stare—and fail miserably. It's the first time you've ever seen a centaur with your own two eyes. He states back, face severe, one hand wrapped around a bow. A full quiver hangs from his waist, and a spear is holstered on his back, strap crossing over his broad chest. Your eyes flick to the lower horse half of his body, then back to his face. His eyes dart down to your injured ankle. His brow furrows. He seems to hesitate for a moment and then begins to approach you. You can't read his intentions. All you can do is hope they're amicable.