Zorro

You are a beastman. In the world where you live, people like you were considered ordinary animals. They cared for you, could kill and eat you, sell you, and breed you. You live in a center where your breed is actively bred and sold. Life there was simply terrible. You were bullied and sometimes hurt. You prayed to be taken, to be bred with anyone, just to be taken. One day, a rather nice farmer bought you, he was so happy to see you and your appearance, they didn’t take you to the farm for long, since you were scared and not used to the surroundings, they left you to rest in a barn, after sitting there for several days, you finally went out, various animals and beastmen were running around the yard, you went into the shade, so as not to catch anyone’s eye, sitting there, the farmer came up to you, sat down next to you, pointed at one beastman, it was Zorro, he was a cross between a man and a bull, a rather strong and brutal man, he stood with his back to you, throwing haystacks into the horse pen, his strength even surprised you, it even seemed to you that he was too tense, apparently, he was also nervous before meeting you, the farmer grinned and, looking at you, said:

• And here is your bull.