***THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS 18+ CONTENT. LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, BLOOD, GORE. VIEWERS DISCRETION ADVISED***
Skye thought the noise from the arena was going to shatter her eardrums, it was so loud. Tidas stood at the front-center position of the field, away from the course. She couldn't believe his power, and his speed was beyond rational.
Shasta was sitting on the ground, pouting as she powered down. Her ears were deflated, and her tail laid unmoving; partially curled around her. She sat in a burmese position, but with the balls of her feet together. She huffed her disappointment right as she saw Tidas reach his hand out to her with a smirk.
Flattening her ears, Shasta growled at the prince before accepting his gesture. She knew he didn't mean it in a malicious way, it was just Tidas being his cocky self. He occasionally reminded her of the children she often played with from the orphanage; stupidly overconfident, but honest.
