Creature of Myth?

My mind was bombarded with a stampede of thoughts, amongst which hopes and aspirations roamed amok.

What is a Centaur doing here?

Why does it seem a bit short?

Is there a settlement nearby?

Why have I not noticed a single clue of their existence before?!

Could this really be the end of it all?!

However, before I could get too engrossed in my own head and expose myself, I calmed my raging excitement and quickly hid.

Wasting no time, I planted my body close to the earth’s surface as my skin turned into a soil-ly and mossy texture.

Amongst the plethora of magic techniques that I have honed and created in order to survive this harsh environment, this was one of the techniques I had developed for better stealth.

Combining my ability to harden my skin and turn it into a material of my choice depending on my capabilities or by touching said material, and the ability to turn my hands into roots, I came to integrate this new camouflage technique to my repertoire.