Her hooves create an even beat in the underbrush, hands holding her cloack around her in chill and cautious worry. She is used to traveling— Or wandering, if you prefer. And yet, in this gentle forest, the centaur woman can sense something (or someone) within that is… off.
’ If you are hiding from me, show yourself. I mean no harm. ’
The teen peeked his head up with a hint of obvious hesitance, her words were soft and easing, but her form still created an inch of anxiety for Rin to cling to. Demon or deity, God or myth, anyone and everyone had the chance of being out for his head. His tail would flick behind him, swatting at the bushes he’d previously been seeking shelter behind as he slowly approached.
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