Ukoo shook and trembled, her red eyes squeeze tightly shut as she lay on his platform. She lowered her head to rub her cheeks against her paws. She wasn't sure why she was acting this way-so upset. She almost never showed emotion in this way. Perhaps it was the devastation and loss she felt upon arriving in this pride.
"I wish I was more like you O'tep. I don't know anything else-than a life of a slave. I do not have to shed blood to him. Unless-unless he requires it." She said. "He may not take it from my throat like my last King did... but he will require it someday. I can-I can see it. I can smell it on my fur." She looked to O'tep. "I can see it in your eyes. It stains your fur. I-I... I can see it." She said softly, shutting her eyes.
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