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The Devil's got a rifle on my front porch

Guess who was a princess now? You guessed right - it was her! Of course, her father and mother had certainly drummed into her that it meant she would have to do things... learn, hunt, fight, that sort of stuff but that was fun, wasn't it? She'd always wanted to be like her mother and father, so badly, but now she found herself worrying. See, she wanted to learn but she didn't really want to learn from just anybody. Father was the smartest and mother was the strongest - she didn't want to settle for second best but what if they were too busy with Alpha duties? She'd have to talk to Maradona about it. Maradona was just like mother and father and it maddened her. She needed to know how to do it, or if Mara would help her at least. At nearly a year old, she was finally getting sick of the looks her sister gave her.

Ever adventurous, she had spent the first few days exploring Glorall but had soon found herself desiring a visit to their old den. It was where she had been born and where she had been raised, it was only natural that she wanted to see what had come of it. Thus, come the first light of the morning when her parents had taken to their border patrol, she had ducked out of the territory with a fierce determination. It wasn't really such a far way but the entire time had been spent attempting to be both swift and stealthy, finally breaking from the forest and into the stone labyrinth that was Susil Crags. She remembered the area well and as she weaved between stone and foliage, she wore a proud smile as she came to her old den. Unsurprisingly, it had been as empty as ever though it now smelt faintly of fox - had one been debating whether or not to move in? How exactly did she feel about that? It was strange to think that things could, and would, change so quickly. They'd only been gone - what? - a week and already nature was trying to move back in. Perhaps she would realise the lesson soon enough but for now, her senses had become entirely focused on the movement in the not so distance.

Another puppy. Odd of colour and yet, so well off when it came to leaping. Cersei was fast, yes, and was slowly becoming stronger but leaping had never been her... strong point. She could climb, scramble and slide over and up the rocks, preferring the more elaborate methods, but she'd never been able to just... aim and let go. This other puppy could, though, and she narrowed her eyes as she watched her simply sitting atop the stone as if it was nothing.

With a decisive hmph, she cast one final glance back into the darkness of her once home before she began to jog over to the stranger, once more weaving between the rocks. She was an easy target so spot, Cersei was, between the slate grey of the rocks - she took pride in this, self assured as she jogged towards the girl from head on, her tail high over her back waving and bouncing with each stride.

"How'd you do that?"

With a cocked brow and head, she stared up as she paused at the base of the rock, her eyes desperately trying to find some kind of explanation for the girl's seemingly effortless display. There wasn't one and she hated that. How was she going to be as smart and strong as her parents if she hadn't even mastered this upward leaping business?

He knows I came looking for a fight
the red princess of tesseract and caligula

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