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Cecil cursed and hurried to calm down his horse. His head snapped up and he looked at the female centaur, "Uh..hello." The young king straightened up and cleared his throat.

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Her ears had pricked in suprise and she stared at him in shock... Shocked at his utter clumsiness and stays frozen like that for a few second before a smile suddenly breaks and she laughs at him... It sounded so human but as she doubled over, her hooves stirred the rocks reminding him she definitely was not.

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His lips curved into a frown and his hands tightened on the reins, "What are you laughing at?" he snapped. Honestly, why was he so defensive? Could he possibly be embarrassed? No...Cecil wasn't easily embarrassed.

[CrimsonMoon]

She giggles and regains composure, merely smiling at him with a cheeky grin, mockking him

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Cecil licked his lips and took a deep breath, "My name is Cecil. Who are you?"

[CrimsonMoon]

The centauress' smile faded and she got to her feet, the lion pelt on her back swaying faintly as she stood,"... Why does it matter?" She calls back, her voice suprisingly refined for a barbarian...

Her tail swished as she stands to face him, frowning faintly," You are clearly here to fight... So why do you care of your enemies name when you just want to cut their red?" She reasons, taking a step into the fast moving water toward him

[CrimsonMoon]

Bump x3)

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"Because even I prefer the civil approach first," Cecil frowned. His horse knickered softly and pawed the ground.

[CrimsonMoon]

She steps further into the black water so that here horse's belly just barely touched the cold water,"... Than come foreward and meet me in the middle... Like honorable warriors," she muses softly

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"And how do I know you won't just draw a weapon on me of I do?" Cecil questioned skeptically.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Look, do you want to be honorable or not?" She smaps, her ears flattening in annoyance, she crossed her arms over her rather developed chest, the lion helm she wore seemig to snarl more... Ah... She was like te goddess of war

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"Not with that attitude," he muttered, but urged the horse into the water.

[CrimsonMoon]

" I am a centauress, i remind you..." She murmurs, stepping deeper into the war until it washed over her back and made the lion pelt stir like muscle," Your name is... Cecil?"

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He nodded, "Yes, Cecil Mireen." By his posture, he was still wary, but he wasn't ready to launch into attack.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Well, Come and meet me at the middle," she says and rolls her eyes," Why are you humans so particular about honor bu to wary yo excersize it?" She looks over his shoulder,"... Your buddies arrived so i'll just die if I try to kill you."

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Cecil urged the horse until he was standing just in front of her, "Happy?"

[CrimsonMoon]

The centauress nods and smiles at him, she had startling blue eyes and her black hair flowed over her pale skin and the armor cover her chest was covered in frost and water dropelts," Good," she holds her hand out to him," My name is Pariah... i'm the daughter of the Hart of the Herds..."

The Hart of the Herds was basically the king og kings of all the centaurs... Jack pot.

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"Hart of the Herds, mm?" Cecil narrowed his eyes and cast a glance around, "Then why are you out here alone?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" It's annoying be chased by suitors constantly... All they want is for me to bear their foal," she shrugs and crosses her arms, staring at him," And you're obviously looking for a fight, yes?"

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His nose wrinkled at the word foals, "Well, that is what usually happens in war."