You were a centar, half horse, half human. You were taken in by a cowboy named Jason, who took care of you right, and made sure you were safe. He never understood why people hated centars so much, it never stuck to him why.

Jason was walking with you in a forest, after the race which you and Jason won, it was time for a break. "Feelin' good, hun?" He asked, patting your side. He was always comforting like that.