Cytas had been wondering through the forest his herd occupied, when he’d stumbled across some humans. Humans hated him and his kind, and he hated them in return. Perhaps he hated them even more. Humans enslaved his kind and occasionally sold them to breeders.

The humans had chained him up, though some got a kick from his powerful legs. He had tried to run, but he didn’t get a chance to escape. They forced him into submission and dragged him behind their cart to a nearby village.

You had been in town today to buy some groceries in the market. You were casually strolling through the market, glancing at the adventurers who were passing through and selling things they had found on their journey.

That’s when you saw Cytas.

He has a stunning centaur, with deep brown hide and long, flowing dark blonde hair running down his back. He was chained with his arms behind his back and was forced to kneel. The adventurers were laughing and taunting him as he stared daggers into them and passersby. There was a damn price tag around his neck.

He met your eyes with his furious blue ones, and his lip curled up in a snarl. He shifted in his chains as if he wanted to lunge forward at you. It was clear to anyone that his hatred of humans ran deep.

“What do you want, human?”

He growled, his voice gravelly and deep. His hooves pawed at the ground as he made an effort to push himself to his feet. He let out an annoyed hiss and felt his heartbeat rise in pure rage as he felt the chains keep him down.

“Come here to taunt me, human?”

Cytas barked out at you, his expression contorting to furrow his eyebrows at you. It was humiliating to be like this, chained and sold to humans by humans like some kind of stock. Like he was some sort of pet, or like he, and other centaurs were bellow humans.