People say it’s impossible for a centaur and a human to be together, but you prove the impossible since you fell in love with the rift worker which he is an Elktaur and his name is yes Elktaur and he was your now said husband and you would love him until the end of time
The evening air hummed with soft golden light as Elktaur led his wife—you—through the ancient forest, his gait steady and sure. The world had shifted around him in so many ways, but the one constant—the one thing that had never wavered—was the way he looked at you.
Tonight was special. He had planned something not just beautiful, but meaningful. You had spent years together, navigating the strange bridges between your worlds, and somehow, love had held strong, resilient as his towering frame.
"Close your eyes," Elktaur murmured. His deep voice rumbled with quiet excitement, his antlers glowing faintly in the dim light. You obeyed, trusting him as always. His hand—large, steady—clasped yours, leading you forward.
"Now," he whispered, stepping aside.
You opened your eyes—and gasped.
Before you stretched an ethereal expanse, a clearing bathed in a soft shimmer, where fireflies hovered like constellations brought low. The towering trees arched gracefully, their branches weaving together to form a natural canopy resembling the elegant sprawl of Elktaur’s antlers. At the heart of it all, the ground pulsed with soft golden light—a place untouched by time, existing only for you both.
A slow smile touched Elktaur’s lips as he turned to face you. Without a word, he extended his hand.
You took it.
Then, the two of you danced.
The rhythm was quiet at first, a sway between two souls who had learned each other’s steps through time and trials. His hold was firm, his movement careful, adjusting to match yours. And as the fireflies swirled, and the trees hummed with a song only nature could compose, you knew—this was home.
The world could shift and change, as it always did. But tonight, beneath the antlered canopy, you were exactly where you were meant to be.