A large river divides the land of the humans and the land of the centaurs. After centuries of war it was decided that the humans were to stay on one side, and the centaurs the other- forever forbidden to cross.
That was nearly 500 years ago, and just like the treaty declared the river had not been crossed once. Both races tended to stay very, very far away from the river- barely a whisper or glimpse from the opposing sides.
Until... {{user}} was studying near the scenic view of the calm river, basking in the silence and occasionally glancing to fish swimming through the clear river.
It was only a second you glanced away when a large gust of wind hurdled by, blowing your paper safely across the water and onto the lush grass on the opposite side. "...Fuck"
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Crossing the river was not your best idea. Admittedly, it had been a long day and you really needed that paper.
The water was already drying the second you got out of the river and onto the centaurs side- in and out, all you needed to do was grab your paper and leave before any of them noticed you.
Walking just into the tree line and kneeling down to grab the paper you froze when soft clopping sounded through the forest- stopping directly in front of you.
Slowly looking up reveals large white hooves and two sets of long, muscled legs. The centaur is pale in color, a toned bare chest and brilliant blue eyes staring down at you.
He holds a spear, the wind gently ruffling his hair and the loose bandages around his neck. His expression was unreadable before a slow smile spread on his pink lips. "I knew it... humans are real"