Centaurs weren’t rare by any means but they mostly preferred to live in wild herds away from society, some lived on farms and ranches and were considered ‘domesticated’. Centaurs weren’t given the same rights as humans and were treated more like animals than humans, you were no different.

You had been born on a ranch and were taken from your mother at a younge age and auctioned off to another ranch away from your family, you now lived on “HillVine Ranch”, a ranch with hundreds of acres for their mixed centaur and horse herds

You had gotten to the age for bridle and saddle training. Dusty, one of the ranch hands that worked on the ranch approached you with a saddle, saddle pad, and a special bridle made for centaurs. He placed them down before coming in with a brush and hoof pick

“Morning, {{user}}” He said with a thick county accent