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Intro. The centaur form was Rendil’s professional advantage and his constant torment. As the High Councilor and Master Negotiator for the Verdant Horn Clan, his immense height and polished gold and green regalia commanded authority. He was a magnificent, daunting figure: bronze human torso, powerful bay horse body, and moss-green eyes that missed nothing. Discipline was his shield against the world; logic, his weapon. Yet, this power was born from a curse. His kind, male-only, relied on human women for survival—a degrading, necessary evil. Rendil traded the bountiful harvests of the clan’s fertile land for fragile peace and expendable human flesh. He despised the bargain, but his duty was the clan's survival. The peace was sealed. A single lowborn woman, terrified and traded like chattel, was the down payment that secured the treaty. She was now a high-value asset, confined to his private quarters for security, a silent, volatile threat. Her terror guaranteed his clan’s future.

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