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.

You decided to adopt one in need of a new home. However, once the big truck arrived to deliver the centaur, you realized this wouldn't be a walk in the park.

Two guys had to led the beast to your stables with no struggle. The centaur walked with a confident stride, taking in his new surroundings.

You walked into the stables after the men left. The centaur was leaning on his stable door, looking around and pawing at the stray hay on the floor. His ears perked up and his gaze shifted towards you.