Ike v Oki [Tournament]

Unlike her brother Kiyohime held tightly to her innocence and naivety. She was a smart little cookie but remained a child like puppy. The princess believed her attributes were not just from her mother and father, though her talons from Hattori and Quills from Venom were more obvious. Like her coloring, she inherited them. She couldn’t explain her horns or whiskers though, touched by some being of greater force than she. How else could they explain her similar appearance to the dragons of old. Which totally existed and couldn’t just be legends.

In this battle her whiskers were used against her, the young princess barely withheld a loud squeal as the long peach fuzz appendage was nipped, gently enough not to threaten getting bitten off, and pulled. ”I yield!” The pain was obvious in her voice but she had refused to let him get a squeak from her. ”You’ve bested me, brother.” She relented, squeezing her eyes shut and hoping he would make a quick release.