The Recipe

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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