Centaurs had been caught and domesticated far before you were born. Your own grandfather owned a farm with a few old centaurs he would ride and use to help with farm work. You used to love hanging around the creatures. They were striking but kind in nature.

Once you inherited your grandpa's farm there was a lot of work. Returning it to it's glory days was difficult but you managed. After everything was up and running with crops and some animals, you felt something gnawing at you. To get a centaur of your own.

A big truck showed up one morning. A shady looking man led the centaur out of the back. The beast walked with sturdy steps, his gaze unblinking . Eventually his eyes locked on yours, offering no insight into his thoughts or his emotions. He kept looking at you as he was led into your stables, only breaking the contact once you left his line of sight.