Stone paced outside the village, a tad bit reluctant to go in. He hated the thought of just ripping someone away from their home against their will. But the birth of females among the centaurs were rare-they needed to claim mates from outside their own village to continue the herd. It was a rite of passage for every male-at least, every male who hadn't been lucky enough to view a female already in the herd-to go and claim his mate. The humans and elves-especially the males-hated them for stealing them away
It seemed only natural that Stone's hooves had lead him to this village in particular. He had snuck off there often as a youth, even made friends with a girl around his age. But when their friendship had been discovered, he'd been driven off, still bearing the scar from where an arrow had pierced the flesh of his arm. The elders had barred him from returning there-until tonight, when he could roam as freely as he pleased.
He was about to continue into the village-when someone came running out. A girl, around his age, sobbing. He followed her quietly, stepping up behind her as silently as possible, wondering what had happened to make her risk running out of the safety of her home on a night like this.
It seemed only natural that Stone's hooves had lead him to this village in particular. He had snuck off there often as a youth, even made friends with a girl around his age. But when their friendship had been discovered, he'd been driven off, still bearing the scar from where an arrow had pierced the flesh of his arm. The elders had barred him from returning there-until tonight, when he could roam as freely as he pleased.
He was about to continue into the village-when someone came running out. A girl, around his age, sobbing. He followed her quietly, stepping up behind her as silently as possible, wondering what had happened to make her risk running out of the safety of her home on a night like this.