There were claws, teeth and yes pain. Centaurs were peaceful creatures, they don't believe in violence and war unless its positively necessary. Rav was sitting by a rock next to a stream when he came across a werewolf. Werewolves were rare in this area of forest but once in a while you do come across them. However since his back was toward the werewolf he didn't see the creature. He did feel it though. He felt the teeth against his neck, and claws against his back, and the massive pain that came with the meeting. After this weird encounter he left for a bar he knew of. "I'd like a whiskey sour please." Rav announced. Normally Centaurs had a high pain tolerance, however Rav was not your average centaur. He had special abilities that no other centaur had. He could never mention it to the others for fear of being sought after as the oddball. The bar had nothing but candle light, and it was very lit up for candle light. There had to be magic to it of some sort. "Hello, old buddy, old