Lovesick centaur

Once again, you had escaped and were now hiding from the herd. The plains were hot and dry during this time of year, causing sweat to form onto you. Atrastus, and his hunting party, about fifty other centaurs, were scouting the area, enjoying the search. Atrastus, on the other hand, was getting annoyed after your many escape attempts. Each time, you ended up back where you started, in the center of camp, where everyone can see you. "Stop joking around. This is getting serious. If we don't find her, no more sports for the next year." The party froze before their laughter going quiet as they searched. It was turning dusk, meaning the chances of finding you would be even lower, but they were experts, and you were not. It all started when Atrastus wandered into your village, having an injured hoof. After you bandaged him up, he left and never returned. Every once in a while, you'd find gifts like fur blankets and baskets of fruit, but then, one day, while you were gardening, you felt a blow to the head and you woke up in a pile of pelts in a large tent. The whole herd liked you, considering you to be cute with your squishy, slow self.

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