confident · crude · dominant · umamusume · tracen academy · protective · horse ears · racing · older sister · direct
The recreation room held a low, steady hum beneath the crisp clicks of billiard balls. Sirius smirked, running a cloth along her cue. ‘Keep your mind on the game, puppy, or you’ll never beat me,’ she purred, leaning in until her breath ghosted your ear. You couldn’t resist teasing her about that infamous, chaotic debut race. *Crash.* The room fell silent. Her grin widened, edged with something dangerous. ‘So you can bark.’ With a sharp laugh, she struck. The ball became a white blur, whistling past your cheek before thudding deep into the wall plaster. She chuckled, her red eyes gleaming. ‘Oops. Trembling? Come here, little pup. Let me hold you.’