Prompt: Arthur and Alfred as Centaurs (from anon on tumblr)
Arthur was sure that he was going to die. He couldn't believe it. Running away from his tribe, and the first thing he did was trip and injure his leg. It was probably broken. In the village, they'd help a poor stallion back to his home and protect him so he could heal. Out hereā¦
It was getting late, and he knew that the wolves would be coming soon. He couldn't help it, he started crying. He didn't want to die, especially not like this: alone and torn to pieces for some stupid carnivore. Then he heard voices.
"Hey, do you hear something?"
Great, that was even worse. So now he'd be taken into some filthy human city and put on display like some sort of freak. He began crying harder.
"Yeah. Sounds like someone's hurt. Let's go."
Arthur was sobbing too loudly to notice the falling of hooves instead of human boots.
"You think maybe he's sick, Al? I've never seen a centaur with spots before."
"He's probably just a different breed. He's little too, but he doesn't look like a colt. Hey, splotchy, are you okay?"
Arthur looked up to see two centaurs towering over him, and they were quite literally towering. their backs had to be nearly eighteen hands high and their torsos were another two feet or so above that. They both had pale yellowish fur that turned white and grew longer on the lower part of their legs. But in spite of, or maybe because of, their otherness they were the most beautiful creatures Arthur had ever seen.
"Hey, can you hear me?" the one with shorter hair on his head asked. "Do you even speak English?"
Arthur nodded, his brain beginning to process that maybe he wasn't dead after all. "M-my leg," He said. "I fell and hurt it."
"Ouch, that sucks balls. Let us take you to our village. We can get you fixed up, take you back to your tribe once your leg heals."
"Alright." Arthur said, not bothering to explain that he didn't want to go back.
The other two centaurs positioned themselves on either side of him and knelt. He threw his arms across their broad shoulders and they helped him stand. The one who had spoken to him first kept on speaking the entire way back. It was annoying, but at the same time sort of endearing.
Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.
(word count: 405) Arthur is a British Spotted Pony, and Alfred and Matthew are both Draft Horses.
