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I return to the throne - Zutar - Dec 07 2019
Zutar returned to the throne, wanting to know more of regal chair's history. Her mother taught her everything from her life, and research, so Zutar knew who used to sit here. Astraea did. Zutar also knows how Astraea used to look like before he was a deer. Zutar's mother knew this too, and that is what got her killed. Astraea, was a monster, and that was her belief. The cougar and owl hybrid attempted to use hindsight on the throne, to get more information on Astraea. She could feel her magic working, which greatly pleased her. Zutar paid close attention to the vision, hoping she could get more info on that wretched deer.
RE: I return to the throne - Game Master Dark - Dec 07 2019
Vision faded, the cave seeming to grow dark around Zutar. It then brightened again, the light appearing almost to flicker, briefly.
Near the Throne stood three figures. The first--standing tall and proud--was a shaggy-throaded red deer stag, heavy and powerful. His eyes were blue, a large gemstone at his chest matching their hue. By his side stood a small, white doe.
The pair of them were facing a small, too-thin white cub--a lion, perhaps, or a tiger?--who was cringing near the floor and speaking quietly. "I am filth, and a monster, and a beast, and I do not deserve a name, Miss Clover. Sir." The tiny cub's voice cracked. The vision clarified, and it became clear that the cub's fur was dirty, stained here and there with blood, scars already littering his hide. He was nearly emaciated, his ribs and spine prominent through his dull hide.
The stag answered boldly. "The thing is right, my dear. Carnivores are not fit to bear names so just call him what he is. A rat. A piece of filth. A dirty beast. Anything will do." His voice was nonchalant as he smiled at the doe.
The vision faded, flickering, back to reality.
Near the Throne stood three figures. The first--standing tall and proud--was a shaggy-throaded red deer stag, heavy and powerful. His eyes were blue, a large gemstone at his chest matching their hue. By his side stood a small, white doe.
The pair of them were facing a small, too-thin white cub--a lion, perhaps, or a tiger?--who was cringing near the floor and speaking quietly. "I am filth, and a monster, and a beast, and I do not deserve a name, Miss Clover. Sir." The tiny cub's voice cracked. The vision clarified, and it became clear that the cub's fur was dirty, stained here and there with blood, scars already littering his hide. He was nearly emaciated, his ribs and spine prominent through his dull hide.
The stag answered boldly. "The thing is right, my dear. Carnivores are not fit to bear names so just call him what he is. A rat. A piece of filth. A dirty beast. Anything will do." His voice was nonchalant as he smiled at the doe.
The vision faded, flickering, back to reality.
@Zutar
RE: I return to the throne - Zutar - Dec 08 2019
This was not what Zutar expected to see. These two herbivores were absolutely disgustiing to the hybrid. The way they acted, making that poor thin cub suffer like that. The way those two deer thought that herbivores were above others. How they thought they were superior. No. All gembounds were equal. All of them except for the masters of the cave, not including Tenzin. Tenzin was a kind master, and Zutar trusted him. Not wanting to see any more visions from the throne, clearly disgusted at those two deer in her vision, she left not looking back to the chair that seemed to hold so many memories. Some good and some bad.
-Exit