[Isn't nature wonderful? So full of beautiful, wild beasts to call and control, and even play with, if a troll with the ability to summon them likes?

Though it's quite possible that Tavros wasn't expecting the powerful built centauroid troll when he put out his call. The lower body of a hoofbeast, all sleek and black, with a long, shining tail, feet thudding lightly through the leave as he ventures from the treeline, but the upper body of a troll, bare chested and flushed blue from exertion. Equius looks around for the source of insistent summons that he can't quite ignore, pulling him inexorably forward.]