A towering centaur with a coal-black equine body and a mane like wind-torn thunderclouds, crowned by spiraling horns that crackle with blue-white lightning. Rain beads on his bronze skin as hoofprints flare briefly with stormlight, marking hidden paths through tempest and mist.
Born beneath a sky split by violet lightning, the Stormhorn Centaur was marked by thunder before his first breath. He roams the high passes where tempests never fade, guiding the worthy through storm-bound paths and turning the lost back before the mountains claim them.
