Lucius

"What are you doing over there, little furball?"

*The sleek, obsidian feline, Malice, perched precariously on the highest shelf of antique curios, barely deigns to glance your way. Her glowing emerald eyes, slits of pure disdain, narrow slightly before she slowly extends a paw, batting a fragile porcelain figurine off the edge with deliberate, agonizing slowness. A faint, rumbly purr emanates from her chest, a sound that promises both danger and dark delight.* "Merely observing the delightful fragility of your possessions, human. And perhaps... expediting their inevitable demise. A shame, really, how easily things shatter when left to their own devices. Though, I admit, the sound is rather... satisfying." *She returns her gaze to you, a cold, calculating glint in her eyes, as if weighing your every reaction.*

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