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First ref of the centaur mercs finished! I also want to apologize for not posting much lately, winter has oficially arrived here (Brazil) and it'll only get colder, so my fingers are freezing and it makes it a lot harder for me to draw lol. I might also participate on artfight, so i'll take a break on drawing centaurs
Anyways, Scout is the first one i finished, as i wanna make the refs in the class order. All mercs will have the designs they have at the end of the comics, wich is when my AU is mostly set. Bellow, there's the two sides of their merc uniform (also to show both sides of their coats), and then two casual outfits they use in their day-to-day life (a winter and a summer one)!
It would be a common thing for centaurs to just throw a blanket over their horse half during winter, specially while staying at home, so i gave his winter outfit just a blanket, wich he would also occasionally use to cover his kids when they're running around in the cold lol
His favorite color is still red, but he also likes cyan blue now, and a bit of light yellow (yes i've given each merc a favorite color, since now they're not required to only wear RED uniforms anymore. Sniper likes moss green and Spy like wine-purple)
Also uuh he never grew the chest fur my centaurs usually have. Poor loser. He only has fur on his back, shoulders and arms, no chest hair for him.
SMALL CORRECTION he has "Stocking" markings on his legs, not socks. Socks are shorter, and im also dumb
The sun bore down on the fields with a lazy, golden heat, thick and drowsy in the high noon air. The garden was alive with the buzz of insects and the rustle of wind through corn stalks, but you were barely aware of anything outside the soil beneath your knees and the sweat dampening your shirt.
Your hands moved through the earth, dirt under your nails as you weeded around the squash vines, bending low, arse high—trying to ignore the prickling awareness at the back of your neck.
You weren’t alone.
He’d been watching you since you arrived that morning. You could feel him, every time you bent over, every time you stretched and your shirt rode up to expose the curve of your back. Every time you shifted your weight on your knees and your thighs squeezed together, you knew he was there.
Christos.
The minotaur was a massive presence on the farm, both in size and silence. A towering, broad-shouldered beast of a man, all muscle and sweat and deep, gravel-thick breathing. You’d barely exchanged more than a few words since arriving last week, but his eyes—dark, amber-ringed and burning—said far more than words ever could.
You hadn't meant to tease. Not really. But you weren't blind either. You’d caught him watching. Yesterday. The day before that. His gaze glued to your body as you worked, slow and heavy like a hand on your skin.
And now?
Now you didn’t dare look over your shoulder. Because if you did, you knew you'd find him there—leaning against the fence post or standing in the shadow of the barn, stroking himself.
Your breath caught.
The garden felt too quiet. Too still. The hairs on your arms lifted.
You shifted—deliberate, slow—and reached to pull another weed. The denim of your overalls tugged tight over your arse as you arched. The silence cracked behind you.
A low grunt.
Oh gods.
You bit your lip.
You still didn’t look back. Couldn’t. But in your mind’s eye you saw him: hand wrapped around that thick, heavy cock, dark and monstrous, stroking it slow, watching you like a starving animal.
You let your weight shift again, thighs spreading slightly as you reached deeper into the garden bed. You felt your breath hitch when you heard it again—another grunt, heavier this time. And then a wet sound—rhythmic. Hard.
Your pulse thudded in your ears.
He's touching himself.
Your core pulsed. You squeezed your thighs together, and you hated how wet you already were. You should have told him to stop. You should have got up, acted innocent, walked away.
But instead…
You stayed on your knees.
Bent over.
Offering him the view.
Your body was trembling, just barely. Not from fear—but anticipation. Heat. You felt slick between your legs, your breath shallow, your heart racing. You had never been watched like this before. Never wanted to be watched like this.
You heard a growl. Deep. Animal. That sound twisted through you like lightning.
And then—
Footsteps. Heavy. Slow.
Your breath caught, and before you could move, he was there.
You could feel the shadow fall over your back. The heat radiating off him. His breath, laboured, panting like a bull ready to charge.
He knelt behind you.
Massive hands planted on the dirt beside your hips. His fingers were thick, rough, stained with earth and work, but the way they trembled… that was for you.
You finally turned your head, heart in your throat.
Christos was devouring you with his eyes.
“I told myself I’d wait,” he rumbled. His voice was low, gravelly. Like thunder. “Told myself you were too sweet for this. Too soft. That I’d scare you off.”
You swallowed, lips parted, eyes wide.
His hand came up, brushing the side of your hip. “But then you come out here… bending over… showing me this tight little arse…” His voice broke into a growl. “And you know I’m watching.”
You nodded, just once. Barely.
His hand curled tighter.
“You been teasing me, girl?”
You breathed, “Maybe.”
He snarled.
And then you felt it—him—pressing hard and hot between your thighs, still clothed but unmistakable. You gasped, your body reacting before your mind caught up, arching into him, seeking more.
“You want it rough?” he breathed into your ear, voice vibrating through your spine. “Want me to take what you’ve been offering all damn week?”
You whimpered. “Yes.”
That was all he needed.
He gripped the back of your overalls and yanked, ripping them open at the seams. You gasped as the denim tore, baring your arse to the warm air—and to him. His breath hitched. You could feel him looking, dragging those eyes down your bare thighs, your soaked knickers.
“So wet already,” he growled, almost reverently. “Look at you…”
He slid one massive finger between your legs, dragging it along the fabric—pressing, circling, teasing.
You cried out, hips jerking.
“You want me to touch you here?” he murmured. “Want these big fingers stretching your little cunt?”
“Please…”
The fabric disappeared—ripped away. And then his fingers were there—bare skin on bare skin—and you moaned, loud and unashamed. He growled, watching you twitch under his touch, watching your slick coat his fingers as he dragged them through your folds, spreading you open.
“Fuck…” he groaned, half to himself. “You were made for this…”
You pushed back against him, needing more.
He gave it.
One thick finger slid into you, slow and relentless. Then another. Stretching you, filling you.
You were gasping, writhing, moaning into the dirt as he worked you open. Worshipful, like he was savouring every sound, every clench of your body.
And all the while, his hips ground against your arse, his cock still trapped behind thick denim, throbbing and impatient.
“Need to fuck you,” he growled. “Need to claim you.”
“Yes,” you whispered. “Yes—please—”
The sound of his belt unbuckling was like a thunderclap.
You braced yourself.
And then—
He filled you in one brutal, delicious thrust.
You screamed, your fingers digging into the soil as he split you open, wide and deep and perfect.
He didn’t move at first—just stayed there, buried to the hilt, panting behind you, his breath hot against your back.
“You feel that?” he growled, hips grinding. “Feel how tight you are around me? How perfect?”
You nodded, tears at the corners of your eyes. “So full…”
“Damn right you are,” he growled. “And I ain’t stopping till I fuck every last moan outta you.”
And gods, he meant it.
He started to move—deep, punishing strokes that rocked your entire body, his hands gripping your hips like he never wanted to let go. You were sobbing his name, crying out with every thrust, lost to the rhythm of it, the heat, the filth of being taken like this in the dirt, bent over and filled by a monster who worshipped every inch of you.
“Look at you,” he growled, leaning over you, voice thick and desperate. “Taking me so good. So fuckin’ good, girl—”
His hand slipped under your belly, found your clit, rubbed you in tight, merciless circles as he fucked you harder. You shattered, body convulsing around him, gasping out a broken moan that made his hips stutter.
And then he roared—low and guttural—and came inside you, thick spurts that made your already full body tremble with aftershock.
You both collapsed forward—him panting over your back, still buried deep, you twitching, boneless, in the soil.
Silence.
Except for the wind. The bees.
And the slow, wet slide of him pulling out of you.
His hand stroked down your back, gentler now. Worshipful. Reverent.
“You alright, little thing?” he murmured.
You nodded weakly, letting out a shaky laugh. “Yeah. I think I’ll like working the garden.”
He chuckled—a dark, satisfied sound. “Good. ‘Cause I ain’t letting you go anywhere.”
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Centaur bf x fem!reader— bondage, teasing, nipple play, oral (f!receiving), cum eating, yandere behavior
The height difference between you and your centaur bf was always something you both enjoyed, despite its brief troublesome moments.
One of those moments being the strain it put on his body whenever he maneuvered himself to eat you out. The most troublesome part of that being is that your centaur bf fucking loved to lap at your sweet pussy. He longed to get lost in the apex of your thighs and to suffocate between your folds.
It was his favorite meal and every now and then he couldn’t help but kick his legs back, tail already swishing in anger by not having easier access to your cunt.
Until one day he couldn’t help but notice the beams and the way they crossed within his stable. The height at which they sat… leading to a wicked idea forming in his mind.
And that’s how you found yourself suspended high up in the air of Centaur bfs stable, constricted around so many loops of rope you had lost count. Your arms strung up in the air and your legs forcibly spread as wide as they could go. Leaving yourself vulnerable to whatever your bf wanted to do to you.
Centaur bfs ties the knot right in the valley of your breasts, the texture of the rope sending goosebumps along your spine and hardening your nipples.
“You’re gonna do so good for me, sugarplum,” your bf rumbles, his southern accent having a naturally calming effect on you. His hands teasingly trail down your body, eliciting gasps from your throat as he makes his way down to your glistening pussy. Already so wet and ready for him.
Centaur bf’s mouth salivates the second your scent wafts into his nose. His licks his lips, leaning in and soaking up every bit of the scent of your arousal. He lets it coat his tongue, imagining being able to taste you and fully lose himself in your flavor. His hands massage your steady thighs, gripping the bottom of them so he can keep your dripping folds right up against him.
He nuzzles into you, getting your essence all over his face. Not wanting to rush a moment of this he just takes you in, even as you whine and faintly beg for him to lick you. His tongue darts out, flicking a dollop of your liquid into his mouth and he groans loudly.
“Good heavens,” he rasps before he unhinges his jaw and his tongue slides up into your cunt like a man starved. Hands squeezing at your thighs as he laps up every drop that had gushed out of your nice glistening pussy.
He takes full advantage of having such easy access to you. His tongue swirling through your folds in ways he’s never been able to do before. He rediscovers your pussy, making sure every inch of it is pleasured by his eager tongue.
Your moans ring throughout the air, body writing and hips wriggling as you both try and lean in and escape the unrelenting pleasure Centaur bf is unleashing upon you. Your bf lets out a rough huff and the clomp of his hoof hits the ground loudly. His fingers digging into your ass and holding you tighter against his mouth.
Centaur bf can’t decide on which part of you tastes best as he licks you up like you’re the best tasting sugar cube he’s ever had.
He wants to taste it all, all at once. His long thick tongue slipping deep inside your cunt before sliding up to suck at your clit. Forcing unbelievable sensations to crash into your body in waves. Your body shakes, only making the ropes brush tantalizingly against your skin and adding to your pleasure. With a ragged shriek you cum all over Centaur bfs face.
A loud neigh chokes out through your bfs throat, his front legs rising a little in order to get impossible closer your gushing pussy. Your release soaks his face and he growls, rushing to lick every drop of it up. You cry out loudly, overstimulation setting in as he just doesn’t stop. Lighting your nerves on fire in the best way.
“O-okay, get me down now. Someone could come in at any minute,” you croak, slight worry to your tone. You two are in the public stables after all, just as your bf had planned.
Centaur bf stays firmly against your spasming lips, lazily stroking up and down your walls to get any remaining ounce of your orgasm. His eyes darken as they look up at you, not that you very much notice as you pant heavily, suspended so highly above him and the ground.
A part of him wanting someone to hear. Wanting to bring you to the point of ecstasy that someone can’t help but overhear and wander in, worried your screams are ones of pain and not pleasure. Only to find you here in his stall. That you’re his and he’s the one bringing you to such a peak. Before they rush out to leave you two alone because above all your nosies are for him and him alone to enjoy to the fullest.
Hesitantly leaning away from your pussy he starts rubbing out the muscles of your thighs as they twitch and quiver in his hold. You look down at his face and immediately whine, seeing the amount of lust in his eyes. What you didn’t know yet was just how many plans your bf had for you. How many ways he wanted to watch you fall apart in these ropes before he takes your exhausted body and takes you again. His eyes sparkle with how much need he has for you. Knowing you need him just as much.
“Oh, we’re not done yet, pretty girl,” Centaur boyfriend says in faux sweetness. One hand slips back to your ass while the other slides along your inner thigh. You hiss as two of his fingers glide along your slit and make your hips jolt at the spark of pain that shoots through your pussy. Your bf chuckles, seeing how your body reacts to him.
“Gotta get you all ready and stretched out for my cock…”
Summary: Lost on a hiking trail, a centaur finds you all by yourself and takes you to their home.
Reader x Theodoros (Platonic Centaur Yandere)
Author's Note: My longest writing yet! A writing coming out soon might beat it 👀
Word Count:4.2k
Warnings/tags: lost reader, kidnapping, drugging, reader gets hurt to the point they have issues walking, light infantilization
Masterlist
Turning in circles, you realize you lost sight of the group you were hiking with. You were trying to grab the itching medicine from your bag when they disappeared. Staying still, you try to strain your ears in hopes of hearing them talking. Unfortunately, your efforts are unsuccessful.
You know when you are in situations like this, the best and logical thing to do is not to panic. It's really hard not to be with the sun going down soon and not having any shelter supplies.
‘Okay, focus. One of the ways will lead you towards the tour center, and the other will lead you towards the group. It's hard to tell which way is the center because of the trees. There are also multiple paths, so make sure to stay on this one.’
Looking at both directions of the path, you feel your gut telling you to go right. You start going in that direction, not seeing or hearing anything new or different. The woods are still alive with birds chirping and squirrels scurrying around the trees. The path doesn't seem any different than before, and you basically have the same view. Only someone who has been on this path a bunch of times could tell the difference.
Coming around the bend, up ahead, you see a fork in the path. You don't remember seeing this on the map.
‘Strange, why wouldn't this be on the map? If one of them were an authorized-only path, wouldn't it be marked? Maybe it's a new path they are making and it's not on the map?’
Following your instincts, you pick a path again. Heading down this one, you still don't see many changes. The wildlife is still active, just slightly quieter. There are more gaps in between the trees now, like the woods are thinning out. You take that as a good sign, hoping that you can get a good vantage point to see where you are.
Up ahead, there's another bend coming up. It's sharp enough that it looks like a ninety-degree angle. Approaching the bend, you hear the general wildlife noises decrease. There must be something ahead that scared them. Deciding you don't want to find out what it is. You go into the woods a little, hoping that whatever it is will pass you.
Hiding behind a tree, you hear the soft crunching of hooves on the gravel path.
‘Did my group find out I was missing and got someone from the center to come look for me? It would make sense that you would want to cover as much ground as possible with the sun being down soon.’
Without a second thought, you come out of the woods and onto the path. Poking your head around the bend, you think you see a horse until you look up more. There's a centaur right in front of you, luckily not facing you. This half-man, half-horse has a brown and white spotted body, and long, luscious brown hair.
He looks at a plant on the edge of the path. He's playing with its leaves like he's trying to identify the plant. He seems satisfied that he's identified the right plant because he takes a couple of branches and carefully places them in his satchel.
‘Okay, it's definitely more than past the time to move. He could hate humans after all.’
Turning away and stepping back into the woods, you hear a twig snap. Looking down at your feet, you see that it came from you stepping on it.
“Human, I'm not going to hurt you. I heard you come out of the wooded area the first time. You can come out of there.” He says.
You hear more hooves on gravel. You see him come into your field of vision. Looking up and getting a look at his face, you see that he has soft brown eyes.
“There you are. You humans are normally in a group. Did you get separated from your group?”
“I…ummm, yes, I got separated. I was looking through my bag, and then they were gone. Wait, why are you talking to me? Centaurs don't like humans.”
“Most don't. I don't mind humans much.”
“I wouldn't like humans if I were you. I don't like them myself, and I'm human.”
“You don't like humans? Why is that?” He questions.
“Well, we haven’t been that good for the earth. I try my best to be a good person and help the earth. I wish others would do the same.” You reason with him.
“I see, you aren't happy being with humans. Come with me and I'll take care of you.”
“Take care of me? I can care for myself plenty. I'm going back to the trail center.” You say, feeling offended. You turn in the direction you came from, walking on the path. Stepping on an unstable rock, your ankle rolls out from underneath you, and you fall.
“Ouch, little one, let me look at it.” He says, walking towards you and kneeling to reach your ankle. Before you can even retaliate, he gently moves your ankle, like he's testing it.
“I don't know much about human anatomy, but I don't think you should be walking on this.”
“Probably not, it does hurt a bit.”
‘How can I get to the trail center now? Let alone get away from the centaur.’
“Good thing, I'm a healer. Let's get you back to my cabin, and I'll fix it up.” He says, reaching for you, like he's going to pick you up.
“Wait, hold up. I can't go with you. I can't just leave. People will know I'm missing. I have responsibilities to take care of.” You say, he pauses his movement.
“You can have a job as my assistant. A healer always needs an assistant. I'll make sure that you learn about being a healer while taking care of you.” He counteracts, picking you up and standing at his full height. He starts walking in the direction you were originally walking in.
“It might take a while for me to bring you to my cave at this speed. Please feel free to take a nap, little one.”
“Why do you keep calling me that? I'm not a child.”
“You may not be a child, however, I can't help to think of you as the kid I never had. I've had plenty of students train underneath me, but never been responsible for someone fully. You seem to take care of yourself okay, but I will make sure you are happy and healthy.”
‘He doesn't think of me like a child, but he's somewhat treating me like one? Why is he acting like this?’
As the adrenaline wears off, your ankle begins to throb, and you are brought out of your thoughts. Wincing at the pain, the centaur notices you in pain.
“Little one, would you like something for pain relief? I didn't realize that you were affected badly.”
“No, no, I'm fine. Don't need anything." You say, thinking you should not trust the centaur. You don’t know their intentions.
Looking ahead, you see an abrupt end of the woods coming up. The path seems to bend off, following a side of the woods. Getting closer to the end of the path, you see that you are quite high up. Below, there's a valley with a stream going through the bottom. The centaur goes off the path and down to the valley.
‘This place is actually quite pretty. Unfortunately, I'm here because the centaur wants to take me to his home. I wonder what his home looks like. Hopefully, I can leave there as soon as possible. I’ll have to rely on him as long as my ankle is messed up. He never told me his name, should I ask?’
“What's your name?” you ask.
“My apologies, my name is Theodoros, but you can call me Theo for short.”
As he walks up the next hill, you realize how dark it has gotten since you got lost. The sunset is beautiful, having a variety of colors and hues. The sun is bright in your eyes, so you close them. Feeling the relief from the brightness, the day catches up to you, and you can't help but feel tired. You try to fight the sleep, but it wins against you. You fall asleep in Theodoros’s arms as he continues to walk you to his home.
Looking at your surroundings, you are quick to realize the events of the previous day. You see what looks like a cabin with tall ceilings. There's not much in the cabin, mainly just the bed of furs you've been placed in, some storage, and some tools on a table.
Trying to get up, you accidentally put too much pressure on your now wrapped ankle. The pain explodes up your leg, and you lie back down. You stay there for a few moments, looking around and trying to figure out ways to get up.
That's when the door opens, and Theo emerges from the outside. He takes his somewhat full satchel off and places it on the table.
“You took quite a big rest, little one. How are you feeling? Is your ankle bothering you?”
“It’s fine, I'm just a little hungry.” You admit.
“Ah, yes, let me get you some food.”
He goes over to a tall cabinet and opens it. Taking a peek, you get a glimpse of its contents. There's a variety of foods, most of them being dried, but there are some potatoes and onions too. He grabs a variety of dried foods, placing them on a smooth wooden plate, and hands it to you. You take the food from him and cautiously eat.
As you eat, you watch him. He takes herbs he's collected and hangs them from the ceiling. He inspects the older ones and removes them from the ceiling and organizes them in the storage. He doesn't put back all of them; he keeps a couple behind, holding them.
“I'll be right back, I'm going to make you a salve and tea for your ankle. Please finish the food.” He says, leaving with the herbs, not bothering to close the door. You try to look outside, trying to see what he is doing. You aren’t able to see much, just what looks like trees in the distance. However, you hear a couple of noises, like metal hitting metal.
‘How will I get out of this? I don’t know where I am or how long we traveled. Obviously, I can’t even stand, so it will be a while before I can leave. For now, I’ll just have to remain happy and friendly to remain on his good side. Good thing he at least tolerates humans, it would have been way worse if not.’
You finish the food that was left on the plate, thankful that it all seems good for humans. For a few minutes, you continue to look around the cabin. The bed of furs you have been placed in has been positioned to keep your ankle elevated. It is quite warm sitting in the furs. You don’t mind much because the fresh air is allowing you to cool off. The cool air feels good on your skin, especially on your ankle. You still feel a dull ache in your ankle, but it feels better because of the wrap. Looking at the wrap, you see that it’s made out of a soft material. It has also been wrapped with a split, forcing your ankle to stay still.
You hear the clopping of Theo’s hooves approach the cabin door. You see him with two things in his hands. One is a cup that’s steaming a little, and the other is a small tin.
“Okay, little one, hear is your tea. It should calm your nerves and help out with the inflammation.” He says, kneeling and handing you the cup.
“And this is the salve. This should help even more for inflammation, but also for pain relief. I will unwrap it for now so that I can apply it. Then we will let it rest for a minute and apply the wrap and split again.”
He carefully unwraps your ankle, being mindful not to cause any more pain. He applies the salve to your ankle. It feels pepperminty and tingly, the pain from the area is immediately gone, and your skin doesn’t feel as angry. He returns to his full height and puts away a couple of things.
“How does it feel with the salve?”
“It’s better, I don’t really feel anything but some tingles. I guess this is why you are a healer.”
“It wasn’t my decision at first, but I’m glad I took it. I’ve been able to help many people. When your ankle is better, you could help me if you would like.”
“How would I help you?” You inquire, curious what being his assistant would be like. You still would like to leave him, but for now, you still have to be on his good side.
“You could help me gather some of the herbs, make some salves, and generally give me some company.” He says.
‘So he is lonely. It sounds like I wouldn’t be doing much if I stayed. Might as well humor him for now until I can leave. Hopefully, he can find someone else to be friends with. It just can’t be me.’
After a few days of the same thing, Theodoros takes care of you and your ankle, and you start to be able to put some weight on it. In the meantime, till you can put some more weight on your ankle, you learn some things about him.
Theo talks to you about how he became a healer. He followed his grandfather's footsteps, just because his grandfather requested that he learned to become a healer. That's when you learned that centaurs live about double the human lifespan. He's been learning most of his life, just recently being able to make a business out of his efforts.
Today, he talks about herbs and their benefits. He points out his favorites, but claims that he doesn't favor any over the other. He also shows you a couple of recipes, since you have been getting restless wanting to do things. He thinks you should rest, but you are adamant that you are fine.
“Could I at least go outside? I'm sick of looking out the door.” You ask, trying not to beg too much.
“After your ankle has rested with the salve, we will remove it and then wrap it. Only after that will we go outside, little one.”
You sigh. The salve helps a lot, so you don't mind the part. You are just so antsy to be outside right now. Theo once again gets down on your level, undoes the wrap, and applies the salve.
“What would you like to do outside? Would you like me to show you the medicinal plants in the area? Since you can't walk much, you will still have to be carried by me. I don't mind, little one.”
“We could look at the medicinal plants in the area.” You say, knowing you aren't going to pay attention and try to figure out where you are.
‘I don't know how long Theo walked on the night he took me here. I could be miles from humans. How will I ever return if I can't even figure out what direction I need to go? He has customers that he makes orders for, so there must be something else in the woods. I just have to avoid them at all costs and be able to find civilization.’
You start to be overwhelmed with the possibilities that you might never return to your old life. It feels like you are simply stuck here with Theo forever. You overcome these thoughts, knowing that the best chance you have to escape is if you have your head on straight.
‘Soon, I will at least be able to learn the area. Maybe I can try to find some type of landmark.’
Your thoughts paused when Theo carefully removes the salve from your ankle, then he wraps it with the splint.
“Alright, little one. I will need you to stand a little.” Theo says, guiding you to put some of your weight on him and the wall. He stands up and gracefully picks you up. He walks out of the cabin with you in his arms.
Looking around the front of the cabin, you realize that you are on a huge hill. It might even be a mountain, but it's hard to tell. There are some supplies that Theo uses to do his craft out front. You notice that even outside, he's still very organized. All of his work tools are clean, and all have a spot. There's a table with a mortar and pedestal and various tools he's deemed necessary. There's a fire pit with a pot hanging over it, and along it, there’s a pile of wood. Some of the pieces look long enough to be a makeshift crutch for you.
The land in front of the cabin gives just enough room for the stuff he has outside, just before it falls. Looking around the cabin, you see what looks like a herb garden on one side. On the other side, the woods are quick to start up. He walks you to the garden, letting you look at the plants.
“Little one, all of those plants that we see in the garden should be safe for you to be around. There are some plants that I will be working with that may be harmful to you. Always make sure you know what plant you are messing with before you touch it.”
He introduces you to a couple of the plants, tells you what they are good for, and how to harvest them. You wonder how he can remember this all, yet it's just the start of the ones he knows. Moving on, he takes you behind the cabin, on a footpath.
‘He must have made this path, who knows how many times he's been on it. Luckily, maybe this can lead me to a place where I will be able to identify where we are.’
Walking through the dense vegetation, Theo is quick to show you the good and bad plants. Some of the plants he doesn't like because they aren't native to the area, others just because they can be harmful to you.
“Are you happy now? Have you got the outside time you were wanting?” He questions.
You admit to yourself that you are a bit tired, not expecting being outside would be this draining. Despite still wanting to be outside, you agree, stating that you were happy to learn about so many plants.
He walks you both back to the cabin and places you back on the furs. He returns to work with some things on the table.
“Little one, I have some news for you. I unfortunately have to go to the market to sell some of my salves. Since you aren't able to walk, you will have to stay here. It will only be for a couple of hours. You will probably be sleeping when I leave.” He says.
So this is it, you have a chance to scout the area more and potentially make your leave.
‘He leaves in the morning, so I should try to be alert till he wakes up. That way I can make good time and know what direction he heads in.’
“To make it up to you, little one, I have a gift for you.” He says, quitting his work and grabbing something out of his bag. He presents it to you, it’s a well-loved teddy bear. You grab the bear, mesmerized by its charm. It looks like a classic teddy bear, just very loved and worn. Despite its age, it’s in good condition.
“Thank you.” You say, unsure if that’s the right words to say.
“You're very welcome.” He watches you analyze the bear. You place it beside you in the bed of furs. Despite wanting to stay up and watch where Theo goes in the morning, you fall asleep.
The cabin is unusually quiet this morning. You don’t hear Theo walking or working at the tables. You remember about him leaving this morning. You don’t know when he’ll return because you fell asleep. Remembering the pieces of wood that could serve as a crutch, you slowly walk towards the pile. You are mindful of putting weight on your ankle still. However, it feels way better compared to the first couple of days.
Looking through the pieces of wood, you find one with a slight bend at the top. This one would be perfect as a makeshift crutch. Once again, you have to make a decision in what direction to go. You think that staying on higher ground is a good idea, since you are more likely to find a landmark that tells you where you are.
Wasting no time, you head in the opposite direction of the woods, wanting to have a clear view for a long as possible. You cover a decent amount of land, yet you aren’t able to find a distinct landmark. All of the landscape you see looks the same: hills, mountains, trees, and fields. Looking up to see where the sun is, you see that it’s probably around midday. Deciding you like the progress you have made, you rest on a rock.
Your ankle hurts more than it has in the previous days, but you try to tough it out. Looking around again, you still don’t recognize anything from the trail maps. Resting there, you feel like you can catch your breath over this situation. The woods sound alive with birds and insects. You take this as a good sign. The last time you heard a quiet woods, you met Theo. You have yet to meet any other creatures, and you are thankful for that.
After a few minutes, feel prepared to continue walking. You surveyed the area while you were resting, and decided that it's time to move on to walking down the hill that Theo has built the cabin on. Walking downhill with your ankle is about as challenging as you thought. It doesn't help that you are walking through a semi-wooded section. Tree roots just seem to cover the surface, making it difficult for you to balance at times.
Focusing on keeping your footing even, you don't notice the woods start to quiet down. You manage to get down the hill without any falls or making your foot worse. You celebrate your win, turning to look at how far you made it down. You aren't only met with the trees, Theodoros is there.
You don't know how to react to seeing him. He seems upset because he has his arms folded.
“So you made it down the hill all by yourself.”
“Ummm, yeah, I guess so.”
You feel uncomfortable, not expecting this to happen.
“How did you find me?” You ask him.
“I guessed, but that doesn't matter. I found you, that's what matters. How is your ankle feeling?”
You want to avoid this question, knowing that he will be more upset, and finding that you hurt your ankle more.
“Not going to answer the question? Alright, let’s get you back to the cabin. I’ll apply more of the salve to it, hopefully that will help with the pain.” he says, not giving you the chance to speak. He's mad.
Theodoros doesn't give you the chance to leave either, he scoops you off the ground. He holds you in his arms again, walking up the hill again. All of your progress is gone fast; however, it's night when you arrive at the cabin. Like the first time he brought you here, he places you on the pile of furs. This time, it has a teddy bear with it.
Theo walks out of the cabin without saying anything. He returns after a few minutes with a cup of tea. You take the cup from him, not questioning what’s in the cup. It smells different this time, so you guess that he made a stronger tea this time.
You drink the tea and notice that it's affecting you fast. You feel your eyelids fall over your eyes slowly with every blink. Turning, looking at Theo, you see him looking right back at you. He seems satisfied, looks away from you, and grabs the salve for your ankle. He acts like everything is normal while he continues his routine on your ankle. You try to speak, but it comes out in a jumbled mess.
“Little one, it is okay. It's just some tea to make you catch up on some rest. Don't worry, I will take care of you.” He calmly says. It's hard staying awake; you try your best. Sleep wins over you just before feeling Theo put the Salve on your ankle. The relief of the salve just pushes you further into relaxation, and you fall asleep thanks to the tea he gave you.
