Korona crept quietly into the underbrush, her paws making barely a sound among the grass and twigs. Her eyes quickly adjusted to the dim light of the shadows, and she spotted her brother, Cutlass, his back turned to her. A sly grin spread across Korona’s face as she padded closer, her ears flattening mischievously. “Aye, Las~!” She whispered, her voice carrying a playful lilt. “What’s got ya so quiet, huh?” She flopped down next to him with exaggerated drama, nudging his side with her paw. “C’mon, spill tha beans! Whatcha thinkin’ about? Bet it's something super secret, right?” Korona’s eyes sparkled with teasing curiosity, her grin wide and infectious as she tried to coax him out of his shell. “Tell me something, anything!” Her tone was both challenging and affectionate, determined to draw him into her playful banter.

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a pleased little smile curls across the boy's mouth as Kor's voice rings out through the air. as a more subdued member of his large and raucous family, it's nice to be singled out sometimes and paid special attention. makes him less like a boring old man in a tiny dude's body. as Kor flops down beside him, Las gives an exaggerated hum and lets his own body weight press down on his sister, resting his chin on the top of her head and sprawling out as wide as possible. being an annoying brother. "do you think," he begins, voice light and overly curious, "that Mom was so big when she was carrying us because she had to account for the size of Davey's ego?" his grin is wide and shit-eating, eyes sparkling with humour.

Korona's ears flick back with mock indignation, but her eyes sparkle with amusement. She lets out a dramatic sigh, her voice dripping with faux exasperation as her brother’s heavy chin rests on her and takes up all her space. “Las!” She bats at him with her paws, her grin widening as she squirms. “Nah! I betcha Ma had to make room for all the chaos we’d bring!”

She scrunches her nose, trying to keep a straight face, but the laughter bubbling just beneath the surface breaks through. “Davey’s ego was just a cherry on top of the mess we were already cookin’ up.” She nudges him again, this time with a playful shove.
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Cutlass snorts, shoving his sister back. she's as big as him, one of the largest of his siblings, and able to give as good as she gets. Las doesn't have to tamper his strength around her, like he might around Sagittarius or little Lyra. "maybe it was your quills, Rona," Las suggests, poking very lightly at the tip of one with a forepaw. they make quite a pair, antlered galaxy boy beside his equally galactic quill-bearing sister. definitely Modesty's children, of this there is no doubt. "hey, which do you think would do better in a fight? your quills or my antlers?" probably quills, he muses to himself, unbothered by the sentiment. Korona will be a formidable opponent one day, of this he is certain, but he feels only pride in this knowledge. some might yearn to be the best, but Las is content to simply be. still, he can't deny the fun in winding his sister up a little. "i'm bettin' on the antlers. sorry, sis, but porcupines aren't very intimidating."

Equal siblings, in size and weight at least. It’s for the best, they can be hooligans together easily. She grins at his shove back, shaking him off with a pfft.

But then he starts talking about her quills, and whether antlers would best them in a fight. Korona knew her brother well; he didn’t care for the fighting part of life. He was trying to get a rise out of her! Well, lucky for him. That was easy to do with a girl like Kor.

Korona rolled her eyes, a smirk playing on her lips. ”Shows what you know, Las.” She teased, her voice dripping with playful confidence. “Ya know what else isn’t very intimidating? Deer.” She batted at his antlers, small and nubby, with a bit of force, just to prove her point.

“Besides.” She added, leaning in close, her eyes sparkling with mischief, “I don't gotta be scary. I just have to be smarter and faster. And let's face it, brother, I'm already halfway there.” She nudged him playfully again, her laughter bellowing through the air.
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Kor slips into their teasing banter with ease, and Cutlass relishes in this time to just be young and stupid with his sister. it’s fun, it’s carefree, and it allows him to feel that elusive youth adults are always prattling on about. Las inclines his head at his sister’s point, a gesture of good-natured acquiescence. “you’ve got me there,” he agrees, grinning as she bats his antlers. yeah, as far as antlers go, his aren’t the most impressive - he’ll give her that. “maybe we ought to combine, Kor - be an unstoppable unit. they’d never see us coming.” the idea is so ridiculous that he scrunches his nose, snickering.

and then…a challenge. Las perks his ears, gaze sharpening with interest. he’s not very competitive, but Korona brings it out of him. besides, though he’s in it more for the fun of things, bragging rights never hurt. “those are dangerous words, Rona,” he teases. he gets up in her face, lifting his chin. “how about you prove it, then? up for a little race?”

"Cutlass Fallen"

Korona basked in the easy banter, enjoying the moment with her studious brother. He wasn’t a fighter like their other siblings, like Cor and Gilly, but they went well together, like salt on a wound. His grin was infectious as he conceded to her point.

“They’d never know what hit 'em,” She echoed, her own grin widening. “Like a force a’ nature, brother. Terrifying and unpredictable.” Her own tone was mirthful, her paws tapping the ground in energy spilling from her cosmic body.

Then came the challenge. Korona’s eyes gleamed with excitement as Las’s ears perked and his gaze sharpened. She thrived on competition, especially with her siblings. His proximity and lifted chin only fueled her resolve. He wanted to race! Fine!

“Dangerous words? You bet they are!” She retorted, her voice dripping with playful confidence as she stood and straightened up. “You know me, Las. I’m always up for a challenge!”

She leaned in closer, her eyes locked onto his with a mischievous spark. “You’re on.” She nudged him with her shoulder before springing away without warning, her laughter echoing in the air. “Hope you can keep up!” Raiders didn’t play fair, or race fair.

Korona vs Cutlass for Race
Round 1/?
Age: Under 6m
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Light
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Advanced Intellectual


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Cutlass isn’t surprised his sister takes off without him, but it doesn’t mean he’s ready for it, either. Las yelps in outrage, almost tripping over his own feet in his haste to keep up. “cheater!” he’s laughing, however, breathless already as his growing limbs pound against the earth. besides, when it comes to the raiders, cheating is less an accusation than a badge of honour. in fact, most of his pack would probably call it a…strategic divergence. his heart thunders in his ears as Las pushes forward, eating up the distance as he pursues his sister. he’s not exactly the epitome of physical fitness, but his larger frame helps, and what Las doesn’t have he can make up for in sheer determination. “better watch out, Rona!” he teases, voice carrying through the air, “when i catch you, i’m gonna have bragging rights for a year!”

Cutlass vs Korona for Race
Round 1/2
Age: under 6 months
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Light
Skills: Intermediate Intellectual & Intermediate Navigator

"Cutlass Fallen"

Korona's laughter rang out like a bell, full of mirth and challenge as she glanced over her shoulder to see Las struggling to keep up.

“Cheater?!” She called back, her voice a playful taunt carried by the wind. “You know the rules, Las! Raiders don't play fair, we play to win!”

Her paws barely seemed to touch the ground as she surged ahead, the thrill of the race fueling her every step. She could hear his pounding footsteps behind her, could feel his presence gaining on her. The thought of Las catching her, of his triumph, only spurred her on faster. And with that, she pushed herself even harder, her muscles burning with effort and exhilaration.

Korona vs Cutlass for Race
Round 2/2
Age: Under 6m
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Light
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Advanced Intellectual
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