Bill Atticus a lawyer (Centaur MtF)

Bill had very little in his life, The Lord didn't give him much, but what He did give, Bill used to crave his own path becoming a lawyer, then husband, then father.

He lived as the Lord commanded of him, becoming a lawyer to help people, and though he made more then enough to go live in them there big cities with fancy houses. He wouldn't he much perfered his small town where he could name everyone who came in on sunday. Whatever could be spared would head right back to those in need, if Bill drove past one of those homeless with a sign asking for money outside of Wall-Mart he would right then and there open his wallet and hand the poor soul what he could.

Felica, his darling wife always told him he had a bleeding heart, too trusting, too naive, but was he not doing what The Lord wished?

Bill shook his head as he locked his truck and entered his abode. The lights were dead and all who lived were asleep.

With experienced effort Bill walked over to the microwave and grabbed his meal. He loved his job, it nothing but make his heart sore defending Little Eric who could not have stolen Ol' Man Marley's Whisky. Still coming home late made his heart hurt he wondered how Jess, Gabriel, and Luke felt with their father gone most of the week.

Cleaning his plate Bill put it up and walked down the hallway creaking the first door on the right ever so slightly he peered in. Lining the walls were bright pink walls and many plush toys a majority of them being unicorned themed.

The frown quickly turned into a soft smile as he looked at the bright head of red poking out of the blanket. Jess his innocent five year old.

"Goodnight," Bill wishpered before closing the door ever so gently.

Turning to the door to the left he opened it ever so slight and the dark blue and greys covering the walls. With them were small shelves with small figures all in different poses and characters. Joining them on the floor were video games and asian comic books the names of which Bill could never remember.

Gabe loved all of these things, though Bill wasn't around often he could remember times when Gabe would try to explain the story of them but most of the time they flew over his head.

Gabe's black hair clashed agasint the white pillow he laid in, Gabe couldn't believe he was in his final year of highschool.

"Goodnight," He smiled once again repeating the ritual.

He walked a little further the hallway Bill once again opened a door to his left.

Small toys were scattered around the room, along side a few thick cardboard books.

There wasn't much to say about Luke he was tne youngest at three, his love for him was all there with the time he was at home he loved playing with blocks perhaps he was to be a architect? Someone to bring in the money once he's gone.

"Goodnight," Bill once wishpered before heading off to the final room, the room that was his and Felica's a wide double bed, thick blankets and a loving red-head awaited him.

Striping down Bill crawled into bed.

"Long day at work?" Felicia asked her voice straining agasint the call of sleep she just pulled from.

"Y'know I can't release my clients info like that," Bill said with a smile and a kiss.

"Hmmm, bet it was that little shit Eric again, 5th? 6th time he stole from Marley's store?" Felicia nuzzled into Bill's shoulders as sleep call seems to wiggling into her brain.

"He never stole from Marley's store as I have proven, it's been claimed nine times he had," Bill said his eyes already drooping.

"Hm hm," Felicia responded before entering dreamland once more, with Bill soon following.

It wasn't much later into the night when it happened.

CRASH

Bill eyes instantly opened and he hopped out of bed...or at least tried. Instead he found himself wiggling on the ground trying desperately to understand the massive on the bottom and the massive weight on his chest.

"Ahhhhh!" Felicia screamed as she backed into the wall.

"F-Felica wha-" Bill stopped hearing his own voice.

"What in the Lord-" Bill vocalized his shocked hearing his now high pitched voice mattered very little to Bill instead he was focused on the massive brown horse body laying in the broken remains of his bed. He was so focused on it he paid no attention to his now very decently sized chest or the much longer black hair drooping all the way to his hip where the human met the horse.

"M-Monster!" Felicia shouted grabbing the rifle we kept near the bed and pointed it at Bill.