Exlaa

 The arena’s cheering could be heard even behind the thick, mahogany door. I was next to fight. My mouth was set firm as i gripped my bow a little tighter, the scent of blood wafted in the air. My black coat shined, even in the dark of the hallway. The white of my forelegs and hooves almost glowed. The was it, the moment where I would prove I was strong enough to be Matriarch of my clan, the Centaurs. The heavy doors opened, the grinding and clicking of gears echoed loudly in the hall where i stood. My hoof’s stirred dust up as i walked out. Regal. Powerful. Wise. I assured that my facial features and body movements co