Three

Three's heart broke when his mother died. Tears poured from his eyes, and his ocean-blue orbs seemed to suddenly freeze into an icy colour. He didn't show an awful lot of emotion after that event.

He doesn't believe in kind things being often found. He thinks they are rare and should be treasured if discovered. Three prefers to kill the harsh things because the kind things need to be protected. He is more than willing to serve a demon or another beast, if it guarantees the pride's happiness and protection.

He is keeping a secret. One so deep. Maybe no one will know.

Three hopes they don't go to the Cave.

"A river is red,
an old king dead.

Hail he,
once so free!

Hail he,
new king Three!

With claw, blade he slashes,
with paw, stone, he smashes!

How cruel is he,
new king Three!

We hope his rule is as short as his wife,
we hope some assassin will take his life!

How cruel was he,
old king Three."

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