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Get Off My Thrown.
This Is My Kingdom
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A Whisper In The Wind. A Hiss. A Voice. You Won't Be Welcomed By This Monarch. This Black Cat Seems To Take Their Color And Eyes From Evil Itself. Dark Blue Hues, The Color Of The Dark Midnight Sky.
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Get Them, My Kingdom. DONT KET THEM GET AWAY FROM DEATH IN ITS OWN FORM.
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A Rude, Manipulative Nonbinary,
Corrosive. The Dark Embodiment Of Evil Seems To Lie In Corrosives Eyes, Their Aura. They Love The Sight Of Spilled Blood, And Enjoy When The Time Comes To Choose A New Claw Of The Crown, As They Watch Blood Spill By Their Own Paw, Their Long Claws. They Will Wait Through The Night For When The Claw Of The Crown Returns. If Given The Chance, They'll Kill Anything That's A Challenge. They Seem To Slither, Rather That Crawl, Witch Is Their Preferred Movement Choice, As Most Find This Menacing. They Smile And Laugh When Hurt, The Louder And More Menacing The Worce The Wound. Emotional Or Physical.
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Lore
As A Child, Corrosive Often Tortured Her Kills Before They Died. Their Father Enjoyed This Fact, And Used Them. He Used Them In Battles, Fights, Or Just Watched Them Fight Dangerous Animals For Fun. They'd Laugh At Pain, As They Were Abused. This Confused Their Father Into Not Doing So. When The Time Came, Corrosive Thought His Time On The Throne Was Over? They Killed Him. They Enjoyed It. They Were The Crown Now, They Would Change Up some Things.
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Cultures Made By Corrosive
They See Snakes As Dangerous Symbols Of The Atari, And Any Black And Red Snakes Are Seen As Sacred, And Are Not To Be Bothered.
Any Cats Heard Speaking Bad About Their Leadership Are Immediately Turned In, To Be Killed.
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