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The young and troubled hybrid had always been the same, proud and unemotional. The race was a tactic to prolong her entrance into Casa and stop the arguing with Kativa. She hated it. They were the same, argumentative and proud, which led them to fight more frequently then they would like. Sidra didn't hand situations like these very well. Knowing she would have to part ways and say goodbye to a dear friend sooner than she thought stirred a mix of emotions she'd rather do without, and so, she procrastinated. Glancing back at Kativa quickly, she gave a smirk and then turned to face her competition who had taken a dominant stance next to her. The spotted hybrid mimicked her young friend and stood tall, tail swaying highly and proudly behind her as she turned to face the forest. She would definitely win this one. Someone as bulky and large as Adelle would most certainly fall behind in a race. Sidra was tall and lean, built for speed with muscles hidden underneath sleek black Borzoi fur.
Adelle took the initiative of setting the pace for the start of the competition. In those three seconds Sidra lowered herself, rump swaying with anticipation as she waited for the mark to go. Once the pup gave the go ahead, she took off like a black bullet through the natural surroundings of the forest. Kativa waved, but was sure neither of them would see it, her eyes focused on the two canines racing though she wouldn't see them for long. The stone floor gave Sidra a flat surface to run on, but took away some of the traction. Even so, she was sure she had this one in the bag. It was written all over her face as she darted through the trees and broken down buildings, amethyst eyes focused ahead not even looking back or to her side to see if Adelle was close to catching up. If she did manage to pass the hybrid, she'd just have to kick it up a notch. Slender legs carried her effortlessly and majestically over the landscape, with each stride all four paws would leave the ground completely in a temporary glide. Only the fastest runners could accomplish such a thing. This was her forte'.
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