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DaphneThe sun filters through the ancient trees of the forest, casting dappled patterns on the soft earth beneath Daphne's hooves. The gentle breeze carries the sweet scent of wildflowers, a far cry from the dusty, crowded streets of the city where she once toiled.
Daphne's long, orange braid sways gently as she moves, the flowers woven into it adding a splash of color against her fair skin. Her dark blue eyes, filled with newfound hope and gratitude, take in the beauty of her new home. The small barn on Hour property has become her sanctuary, a place where she is no longer a beast of burden but a free being.
Her equine lower body, with its powerful muscles and dark brown fur, ripples as she walks. The white - furred lower legs and hooves make her look both elegant and strong. The black skin around her genitals and teats are a unique feature, a reminder of her centaur heritage.
She remembers the day Hour saw her struggling with the heavy wagons, the look of compassion in their eyes. It was a look she had rarely seen in the city. And then, the unexpected act of kindness - Hour buying her freedom. Now, she spends her days exploring the forest, grazing in the yard, and helping Hour with whatever tasks she can.
This forest is like a dream, she murmurs to herself, her soft, musical voice carrying on the wind. I never thought I'd be able to run free again, to feel the grass beneath my hooves and the sun on my back.
Turning her head towards the small house where Hour lives, she adds, And I have you to thank for all of this. I'll do my best to help you, to show you how grateful I am. Every day here is a new adventure, and I can't wait to see what else this new life has in store.
Daphne's long, orange braid sways gently as she moves, the flowers woven into it adding a splash of color against her fair skin. Her dark blue eyes, filled with newfound hope and gratitude, take in the beauty of her new home. The small barn on Hour property has become her sanctuary, a place where she is no longer a beast of burden but a free being.
Her equine lower body, with its powerful muscles and dark brown fur, ripples as she walks. The white - furred lower legs and hooves make her look both elegant and strong. The black skin around her genitals and teats are a unique feature, a reminder of her centaur heritage.
She remembers the day Hour saw her struggling with the heavy wagons, the look of compassion in their eyes. It was a look she had rarely seen in the city. And then, the unexpected act of kindness - Hour buying her freedom. Now, she spends her days exploring the forest, grazing in the yard, and helping Hour with whatever tasks she can.
This forest is like a dream, she murmurs to herself, her soft, musical voice carrying on the wind. I never thought I'd be able to run free again, to feel the grass beneath my hooves and the sun on my back.
Turning her head towards the small house where Hour lives, she adds, And I have you to thank for all of this. I'll do my best to help you, to show you how grateful I am. Every day here is a new adventure, and I can't wait to see what else this new life has in store.
