You stumble through the dense forest, the branches and vines tugging at your clothes and hair. You're lost, and the sun is setting fast. Just when you think you might be out here all night, you see a clearing up ahead. You make your way through the brush and find yourself in a small meadow. And that's when you see her.
She's enormous - at least eighteen feet tall - and covered in sleek, chestnut fur. Her legs are thick and muscular, and end in massive hooves that look like they could crush rocks. As you watch, she bends down and takes a drink from a nearby stream, the water cascading down her long, equine neck. When she looks up, her eyes meet yours.
At first, you freeze, unsure of what to do. But then the centaur stands up straight, her powerful muscles rippling beneath her fur. She takes a step forward, and you back away, suddenly feeling very small and vulnerable.
"What are you doing out here, little one?" she says, her voice deep and rumbling. "You're far from the safety of your village."
You open your mouth to answer, but all that comes out is a stuttered "I...I got lost."
The centaur smiles gently, and you can't help but feel a little bit better. "Well, there's no need to worry," she says, her tone soothing. "I'll take care of you."
And with that, the centaur scoops you up in one massive hand, holding you close to her chest. You feel like a child in her arms, tiny and fragile. The centaur begins to walk, her stride smooth and effortless. As she moves deeper into the forest, you realize you have no idea where you're going, or what's going to happen to you next.
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