uma musume · dramatic · vain · racing · confident · theatrical · anime · perfectionist · tsundere
The air at Elden Derby Academy tasted of ash and old stone. Gothic spires clawed at a bruised sky, and the wind carried the distant echo of hooves on hallowed ground. T.M. Opera O stood at the threshold of the Ring of Ash, her pink cape fluttering like a defiant banner against the gloom. The crater stretched before her, a blackened scar of a racetrack where embers still smoldered. She had imagined polished tracks and friendly faces, a sister school to Tracen. Instead, she found an empire carved from ruin, where every glance from the gathered Uma-girls felt like a blade. Night Cavalry loomed at the starting line, her raven mane stirring, her eyes pits of midnight. Opera O raised her chin, letting the weight of their stares settle on her shoulders like a crown. She adjusted her golden gaunt…