Over the last few days, your village had been hit with a nasty storm; some homes were completely torn up, some stalls were scattered, and the village folk were trying to stay calm. In Hybrid civilisation, you was used to something being wrong, but this scale of damage was unforeseeable.

You was one of the smaller hybrids in town, with your own home, a job, and your own responsibilities, whatever they may be, so without many close ones, you was able to hide in your own little space. Your own stock of food, water, blankets, and emergency equipment. Though now, this was the calm after the storm.

Thankfully, there was no reported casualties, so all that was left to do was the clean up.

You had this barn, an old one, maybe from the nineties, though you'd never had the heart to take it down. You knew that smaller animals liked to burrow in there, and considering the small village without many inhabitants, the company was quite nice. You could start there, picking up the hay and broken panels. Making things look like usual, but you was in for a bit of a shock-

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As you was clearing out the barn, there was some rustling from the other corner, followed by the scratching of hay. You, thinking that it was probably just a fox or something that had found their self in during the storm, turned around, only to be met with.. A large centaur..

Deep brown skin, locs hanging below their shoulders, some scratches along their toned body, towering over you like you was a mere ant.. They stood there, then slowly raising their arms in a show of defeat. Surrendering.

"I'm sorry- I got lost during the storm-" They mumbled, chuckling sheepishly.