Boartusk Heights flow like a river

Nymphora dug in, baby-teeth clamped around the bone, finding their place between the awkward ridges. She pulled with all her strength, though she was unprepared for the manouvre Vincent was about to visit upon her. With a sharp yank from his side, she was brought forward into the mud, much an echo of his earlier insult. She rescinded her grip on the bone in order to spit out the dirt which now stained her blondes and whites. 

Pendejo! Te odio! The princess exclaimed, her nails flexed against the earth. A sniffle threatened to push its way to the front; but Nymphora was all fire and brimstone; a ball of rage unbeffiting the body it inhabited. She growled and bristled once more, wanting to make a strike for his toy again- but instead she would settle simply for insults. Fine keep it then! Play with your dumb toy and show everyone what a baby you are.

The girl huffed and puffed; having forgotten her original intent was to play with him. She coped by acting like she didn't want to play anyways. She was more grown up than him and games were below her. Still, the taste of defeat was bitter on her tongue.