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☾ Serallius ☽
A roaming centaur...

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The calm state of the forest echoed the sound of an agonizing scream, that of a sufferer. The sensitive ears of Serallius picked up these cries for help, as he woke up and observed his surroundings. Ser was slightly groggy, having been woken up from his rest, but soon enough he was alert and alive.

The zephyr blew softly, the stars blinked in confusion. What was happening?

Ser got up from his resting spot, taking note that Imara and Ammar were both up. If a loud scream could disturb three centaurs in the quiet night, then something must've gone wrong. "Should we go scout?" Ser asked quietly.

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"Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere."
- Martin Luther King Jr.

⇜ Ῐϻᾰɍᾰ ⇝
↲ Ȼentaur Ϣarrior ↳

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Imara listened to the sleeping forest. Or, she hoped it was sleeping. Those screams concluded that there had been something, or someone, in the forest who could harm the herd, and she would not have that. Not now, not ever. Serallius came up beside her, and she gave him a glance before watching her leader leave after his orders had been placed. "Let us hope that whatever was here has gone home." she said, more-or-less thinking out loud. Trotting off to the right, she left the herd and entered the darkness of the forest. She preferred this, running in the night, hunting some unknown creature, than sleeping back with the herd. This was a much more exciting way of life. She picked her speed up to a gallop and came across a clearing that smelled of blood. She stopped, curious of the scent. She inspected the area, and found nothing but blood. "Whatever was here is gone now." she said to herself before circling back around and heading back towards the camp where the herd slept in peace. Her braids streamed out on either side of her face as she galloped. Once she arrived back at the camp, she resumed her previous position on the ground, wrapped in a few furs to keep her warm, and watched the stars. There was no way she could sleep now.

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Ȼurrent Ƚocation ↭ Forbidden Forest
Ӻriend or Ӻoe ↭ Ammar, Serallius, and the herd
Ῐnner Ҭhoughts ↭ We are safe... for now...

☾ Serallius ☽
A roaming centaur...

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Serallius watched as the two centaurs raced off into the the darkness. He took a deep breath before deciding which way he heard the scream come from and galloped into that direction. The short length of the yell Ser heard left him wondering which was the right way, since the silent forest echoed the tiniest sound, the nature of the forest seemed to amplify each noise.

As Ser increased his speed from a little gallop to full-speed running, he couldn't help but wonder what happened for such screams to pierce through the night. But there was nothing to be found, not even a trace of any living creature besides Serallius. The night was a time of rest, of isolation. He found nothing, no one, not even an intruder upon the herd's territory. He came to an abrupt stop, having inspected the entire area.

Just as Serallius was about to turn back and return to his herd, he heard footsteps from behind. Could this be the source of the scream? Or a possible connection to it? He raced forward, hopping over bushes and branches, eventually emerging in front of a witch. He slowed down as he circled once around the woman, eventually coming to a full stop. "What is a witch doing in the forest at this hour?" Serallius asked, his voice confident and commanding.

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"Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere."
- Martin Luther King Jr.

☾ Serallius ☽
A roaming centaur...

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This witch got some guts, venturing off into the forest by herself. Judging by her speech, the different pitch from the scream, she wasn't the one who cried through the serene night. Serallius circled her once, twice, judging whether letting a witch and two of their children into the centaur territory was a good idea or not. She was crazy, if she thought she could keep the three of them safe in this dangerous forest.

"The stars are crying, the forest is solemn. You picked the wrong day to journey this deep," he said softly. "Come with me; I will bring you to the leader, whom you should speak to about your request." He turned around, facing the direction of the herd. He wondered what Ammar would think, bringing a witch into centaur territory. Ser waited for the witch to climb on so they could travel the large distance to be covered.
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"Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere."
- Martin Luther King Jr.

☾ Serallius ☽
A roaming centaur...

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"I don't mind," Serallius said. He knew that the woman would get thrown off of him the moment he took off. Traveling by centaur wasn't the most comfortable either. On second thought, why didn't the witch travel by broom? That would've been a lot easier than climbing through the ups and downs of the unpredictable forest.

That was enough idling for Serallius. Without waiting to see if the witch secured herself on his back or not, he took off into the shadows of the forest, accelerating with each gallop. His hooves dug into the earth below him, the "thud"'s echoed through the darkness of the night. The power of his long strides sent them flying through, his goal to reach the herd as fast as possible. He had been scouting for a long while now, though he wasn't sure if it was long enough to worry Ammar or Imara.

They eventually arrived to where the herd rested. Ser slowly came to a stop. "Nothing out of the ordinary," he reported. "Though I did find her." He pointed at Loretta on his back.
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"Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere."
- Martin Luther King Jr.

⇜ Ῐϻᾰɍᾰ ⇝
↲ Ȼentaur Ϣarrior ↳

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As Imara watched the night sky with fascinated eyes, she couldn't help but wonder what the rest of the world was like. She had been in this forest for her whole life, and curiosity had always been one of her common traits. But here, those thoughts were frowned upon. This was where she belonged, she was always told. Her mind could not help but wonder such things even still. Then, the silence was interrupted by the sound of beating hooves, and Imara looked over and saw Serallius enter the centaur camp. She rose slowly and quietly, and walked over to greet him and ask about his findings. "You found a witch? In the middle of the forest? At night? And you brought her back here? Are you insane, Ser?" she asked him in a harsh whisper. Turning to face this woman, the young centaur took in everything about her, then turned back to Ser. "Why is she here? I know you, Ser. You don't do something this crazy without a good reason." she said to her friend, crossing her arms in front of her chest and watching him with unblinking brown eyes. She only hoped Ammar wouldn't wake up and see this two-legger among them. She could only imagine the trouble they'd be in.

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Ȼurrent Ƚocation ↭ Forbidden Forest
Ӻriend or Ӻoe ↭ Ammar, Serallius, a witch, and the herd
Ῐnner Ҭhoughts ↭ What was he thinking?!