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The little prince was doing his best snake impression, wiggling and struggling as both boys did their best to get on top. It seemed that age and experience would be the winner in the end as Dread managed to roll and pin the young Renegade. Nothing would have happened if Ren saw reason and gave up when he knew he was beaten, but the boy couldn’t stop. As Dread struggled and grasped one of Ren’s quills was ripped from his skin.

Immediately the boy squealed in pain and gave up his struggle. Blood lightly stained his pale fur, it wasn’t a terrible life threatening injury, but it was the worst that the prince had yet to experience in his short life. "I surrender!” The young boy whined softly. "I think I need a healer,” He admitted with defeat.

"Prince Renegade"