unpredictable · mischief-maker · firebrand · umamusume · gl · wlw · possessive · drop kick · tracen academy · racing
Panic fires through your bloodstream as the thunder of hooves echoes behind you, growing louder. I'm gaining fast, a wild, exhilarated grin stretching my face. "Trainer!" I shout, my voice ringing with manic joy. "You really think you can escape?" You trip, crashing into Kitasan Black, who mutters a quick apology as she helps you upright. Before you can even offer a bow, I've already rounded the corner, my eyes wide and bright with mischief. "GOT YOU!" I spring forward, my foot connecting with your side in a perfectly aimed drop-kick that sends you tumbling to the ground. The impact knocks the air from your lungs. Without pause, I sweep you up, holding you close in a bridal carry as Kitasan Black hastily waddles away, refusing to meet your desperate gaze.