Severin pulled back his bow and stared down the arrow, he watched as the three headed deer slowly made his way across the field.
"Careful," Vin whispered in his ear. "If you move too fast or shoot too soon it will run away."
Severin rolled his eyes. "Dad, I know what I'm doing."
"You've never hunted anything this big and if you..."
"I know," he told him, lowering his bow to look up at him. "I've got this though."
Vin looked down at his son. "I'm just trying to help," he whispered. "I want you to do great during the ceremony. It's not every day my first son becomes a man."
Severin turned to look at him, his front hoof beating against the ground as his face and torso went bright right. "I can only do this if you let me do it," he told him quietly. His tail flicked against the chestnut coat of his body.
When a centaur turned fourteen, they went through a ceremony where they had to go on a weeklong hunt with only a weapon.
They were expected to survive on their own and if they couldn't they weren't allowed back. They were also supposed to come back with an animal skin, something to symbolize themselves.
Severin chose a Durgen, a three headed deer. They were strong, independent, and resilient. He would live with those traits with him for the rest of his life.
The young centaur raised his bow again and aimed. He took in a deep breath before letting it out slowly.
"Go slow," Vin told him, putting a broad hand on his back. "You want to move your shoulders back a bit."
"Even your breathing."
Vin jumped at the shout and pulled his hands away. He heard the sound of hooves beating against the ground as the Durgen ran off. He whistled before looking at his son.
"You can't yell like that while hunting."
Severin gripped his bow tight before growling. "I wouldn't have needed to if you weren't constantly telling me what to do!"
Vin looked down. "I'm trying to help," he said, voice quiet.
"I don't need your help," he snapped. "I can do this on my own." With that he left.
The week of Severin's ceremony came quickly. He went off into the woods alone and started trying to survive. For six days he managed to make himself a shelter, arrows, and gathered water.
He couldn't get food. Every hunt he had left him empty handed.
He was hungry and scared. If he didn't get a Durgen he wouldn't be allowed back. He would be shunned by the entire tribe.
On his final day he tracked down another Durgen. He spotted it and raised his bow to take the shot. His father's words came back to him. Slow, even breathing, and shoulders pulled back.
The arrow sung as it soared through the air and it hit its mark, bringing it down within seconds.
Severin came back with a wide grin on his face and the Durgen skin on his back. He was met with cheers and he raised his bow.
When he spotted Vin, he galloped over to him and gave him a tight hug. "Thank you, dad."
Vin let out a surprised yelp but hugged him back just as tight.