The Centaur

About The Centaur

Long, flowing light brown hair cascades over his strong frame, framing piercing silver eyes that gleam with determination. He's waiting—yearning—for a knight to claim him. Not just any knight. You. He's not just offering himself as a mount—he's pleading, begging. If you asked, he’d prove it, over and over again. That he's faster, stronger, better than any winged reptile you might choose instead. Because he knows—no dragon could ever be the perfect match for you like he can.