A small peasant boy sits on a rock, crying, his cows grazing on the roadside. If asked why he is so sad he tells that “a horseman” took the prize of his herd. If the cow is not returned he cannot ever return home.
What he neglects to tell is that the horseman is actually a centaur. This particular sylvan creature imbibed a cursed potion of love that drove him mad with lust for anything resembling a centaur female. His amorous advances on the tribe’s females soon led to his banishment from the tribe. Since then he has drifted south, wooing anything on four legs as he went. Finally he reached the edge of Misty Tops where he encountered the village herd. He fell madly in love with one of the cows, stole her away and spirited her up the wooded slopes. There he found a glade onto which he built a shrine/love nest of spring flowers and green saplings for his chosen one. Content mooing of the cow can be heard from afar as the sylvan Casanova pampers it with finest grass and clearest spring water.
If the couple is disturbed the love crazed centaur will defend his bride, to death if necessary.
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