[@RegisEmince]

Greetings, your grace. 
I am but a level 2 pc-masterrace gamer. Occasionally a writer and only just passing by. 


The nails, extending from the darker of lions, driven into the hands of the lighter. 
As he would throw back the claws, he raised the eyebrow over his scar and the dark sound of his voice revealed: 
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"...long live the king!!"
Mufasa was shocked at this betrayal, but only had a few seconds left to contemplate it.
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