The Centaur Outcast [anyone can join!]

[shylah]

Shylah stood apart from the rest of the archers, not speaking to anyone. Of course none of the centaurs would talk to her; no one would when they found out who she was. With a sigh, the chestnut centaur nocked an arrow, and sighted along to the target. She held it for a moment, then released the arrow. It flew true, to sink deep into the center of the target.

She shook her head sadly, and twirled a strand of her glossy black hair around her finger. It didn't help anything that she was an expert archer; the others would never believe that her mistake was an accident.

All she wanted was for someone to be friends with her, even when they knew of her mistake.

[gravile]

Arnel walked over to her bandaged and looking relatively happy "My friend thankyou for bringing me here," he hugged her gently then pulled back that smile still on his face "I might just remember you for what you did for me," he sat down and watched her shoot arrows after a while he said "You are a brilliant archer,"

[shylah]

Shylah smiled.

"Thank you, my friend."

There was silence for a moment as she continued to shot arrows. Then she spoke.

"Why wast thou so sorely wounded and without help when I found thee?"