You were riding in the forest on your horse, a pretty mare you borrowed from the village stables. You were determined to find this centaur you’ve heard so much about.

The mares ears went down as there were other hoofs trotting along the dirt path. You heard it, turning your mare just in time to swiftly hide in the bushes. The centaur was huge, his tail swishing as he trotted along the path. A human top and a horse body.. to say the least you were surprised he had so many scars.