The centaurs’ pride is not unjustified. Relentless, focused, and without the slightest desire to look back at the wake of their destruction, these creatures became the apex marauders of the grove. If one was to have any hope at buttressing the sheer weight of their onslaught, they would have to learn to play by the same rules.
Hand painted in Procreate, 2021 5400x7200