#feline menace

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@krullish

The King had been seeking for something to amuse him, finding that Sanguinem had been more of a let-down instead of being interesting to explore. Krul was certainly strict on her policies, and the way the livestocks were kept was pathetic and pitiful. He had no desire to wander around that area any longer.

He had just been wandering the halls of Krul’s estate when all of a sudden, he felt a presence emerging from the shadows of the hallway. Pausing in his footsteps, he tilted his head before focusing on the shadows, seeking out the perpetrator.

A cat. That’s what it was. A mere, small cat.

He had a small flashback to somewhere in Europe whereas both cats and dogs still roamed freely - and despite how filthy they were from lack of care, the child-like King couldn’t help but stop and interact with them before going on his way.

Looking around this way and that, listening closely, he deduced that there were no other presence nearby... he’d rather cut his own tongue off rather than admit that he had a soft spot for animals. It had always been an instinct for him to pet or hug the dog or cat he confronted.

However this cat...it most certainly didn’t look like it was a stray. It was too well-kept and up to good health - not to forget that it was pink. It reminded him of Krul strangely. Luck would have it, this cat probably belonged to Krul - who wasn’t afraid apparently to show her liking to small animals - and most likely trained it in some way to hate him. 

He sighed as he kneeled down in front of it, contemplating whether or not to approach it or coax it to come forth. It...it really was cute...