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 big guys had to pull the beast to your stables, tying him up there to keep him in line. One of the men told you to be careful but refused to elaborate as they drove away.

You walked into the stables, already hearing the stressed sound and the kicking against the wood. The stallion was pulling on the rope that binded, his hind legs stomping on the ground and pulling away as much as he could.