Queen Wenet

Everyone wants to be immortal. Many of us think that we have a chance at it, but the truth is that very few can live forever.

So why do we want to be immortal anyway? Do we really fear death so much that we want to push it away forever?

Immortality isn’t like I imagined, even hunting fluffballs is beginning to seem dull to me. This is my own fault though, I was stupid enough to do what I had sworn not to: I fell in love.

His name was Romeo. Of course it was, because my story isn’t already cliché enough. He was stunning, with a deep red coat and wonderfully exotic markings. But I think what I loved most was his jewel-like blue eyes, and how he could look at me and make me feel like I was the most important thing in the world.

He loved me too, so much that he made me immortal. I regret that he didn’t, couldn’t, do the same for himself. I wish I wasn’t immortal. I wish that we had gone together.

How terribly unfair.

The pride calls me crazy now. Fair enough, but who can blame me? I’m cursed to walk this earth forever without the only one I ever loved by my side.

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Queen Wenet greets you with a frowned look on her face. Where have you been the whole day? There's so much to do!

You find Queen Wenet carefully watching the ducks in the water. You ask her what she's doing. She tells you that she hunts the best if she knows the behavior of her prey. Smart...but couldn't she take a break? It's been hours!

When you come to say hello, Queen Wenet runs to you, making sure you look your best today with a few licks on your cheek.