You were a Centaur. The top of you was human, while the bottom was the power half of a deer. You lived in a large forest, hiding mostly. There used to be hundreds of your kind, but now most of them had been sold off. You were the last few. As you were eating, a gunshot rang out, nearly missing you. You were found. Orion, the hunter, cursed and stood up, reloading another bullet.