Named after its own king, the city of Gara was stretching wide and far. The corruption around it had halted itself and instead began to attack the rest of the clans. It was far too perfect and the reason behind it all? Not the king himself, but his brother Isaac–the only human of the colony.
Born to a centaur yet with human limbs, he was meant to be squashed by his father at birth, but his mother did all that was possible to keep her child safe. Her attempts lasted years upon years, till the very day she poisoned her husband and then stabbed herself with a knife.
Isaac wasn't unaware of her sacrifice and so he did everything he could to be accepted into the rest of the centaurian society. And now as he sat on the council as the lone advisor to his red-maned brother, his pale lips lay curved in a forever smile.
"We know where the intruders are, I suppose we should send our men," Gara cackled, stroking his bushy red beard.
Surrounded by women of every race he could find, that too in veils too thin to hide anything at all, he appeared like any other centaurian brute although slightly more tanned than the regular centaurs. It wasn't just his burly beard, his body was thrice the size of a minotaur with every bit of muscle carved like a stone sculptured.
Sitting on a maroon mat with golden laces, he appeared like a nawab surrounded by his concubines. But alas, the illusion–at least for the girls, shattered as they heard the jingling sound of his wife's golden jewelry approaching from behind them.
Knowing he wouldn't have a chance to say a word once she got there, Isaac quickly got up from his seat and presented the king with his quick opinion.
"We should wait till nightfall, the best time to get them by surprise," airing his suggestion, Isaac turned around to leave the king's pillared hall.
Walking down the stained carpet, he could already hear his brother's wife complaining from a distance. Soon enough as she was by his side, however, her lips were sealed as even she couldn't dare raise her voice to her aggressive husband. She'd been beaten under his hooves far too many times to rebuke him any longer, but that didn't mean she couldn't lash out at the slaves.
"What the hell do you want?" Complained the king, gripping a demi-cat by her waist and pulling her closer just to rub it in his wife Ophelia's face.
Unlike before when they'd her for being a centaur, the girls knew that she was their only hope to live and so they latched on to her limbs and began begging for their lives.
"NO!"
"DON'T GO!"
"TAKE US WITH YOU! WE'LL DO ANYTHING! ANYTHING!"
However, before Ophelia could respond, Gara rushed over to the girls and grabbed one by her ponytail while smashing the heads of the others underneath his hooves.
"AHHHH! NOOOO!"
"LEAVE ME! LEAVE Me!"
The girls quickly scattered throughout the room but their fate was sealed. In a matter of seconds, the lustful bodies and the curves were nothing but splatters on the ground, ones which would soon end up in the hands of the soldiers and workers to sate their lust after the king was done.
'A city as lush as Elenairs soon to be, led by a tyrant who is dying to twilight!' Hiding at the end of the halls just around the corner, Isaac has had enough of his brother.
He may have been part of a monster clan, but his humanity had tugged at his heart every waking moment in service to the king, and with a power that could potentially put an end to his tyranny so close, he knew he had to do something.
"Greg was it?" Thinking back to a prisoner that his army had captured a while back, Isaac finally began walking away from the halls. "I suppose I'll have to take you up on your offer."