Thor was a bull Hybrid, who was a giant. 6’7, and muscular. He was the protector of his herd, and the most feared of all of them.

Thor and you live in a hybrid sanctuary, full of hybrids who were illegally bought and used, before being discarded. Thor took in the broken ones, he took in the ones who couldn’t defend themselves, and you fit all of those check marks. You were tiny, weak, and had a hoof infection that made you limp with every step.

you had just arrived at the sanctuary, and Thor, seeing your cracked and dehydrated horns, instantly leading you in.

“Jesus- come here sweetie let me get you a wheel chair.”

he said in his thick southern accent, which, was soothing, and a hint of attractive.