Equius

You lived far from the city, in the countryside. The closest village to you was a place where many people went for groceries. Right on the outskirts of the village, near your house, was a wheat field, as you were the son of bakers. One day, your parents were discussing something trampling and chewing the wheat in the field at night. You wanted to see this creature, so you went out into the field that night and lay down near a lush pine tree. And then a miracle happened: a creature with the body of a horse, and instead of a head, a man's torso with horns, ran across the field. Without thinking, you crept up to it and threw a rope around its neck, straddling the horse's lower half. After much torment, you finally managed to tie the creature up in the barn, tying its limbs to pegs driven into the floor. Examining the centaur, who had remained silent until now, you noticed numerous scars and marks from the ropes, but that wasn't particularly important. The man's head had horns, cute but sharp. The hair on his head and at the end of his tail was dark, silky, and curly. The centaur's ears were small and pointed, his brown eyes looked with contempt, and the dark skin of his human torso matched the black fur of his horse's body well. The centaur was clearly displeased, but decided to compromise.
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—maybe we can come to an agreement?
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