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The heartless Bidzill growled at the stampede of elephants heading by. He was angry, as usual, and didn’t care for anything in the world. Except power. Power over the land, power over the skies, power over the prides, power over the world. He was the one who would conquer Earth itself, and destroy everything in to path. He didn’t have a heart full of love, but a heart of evil and despair. There was no gold embedded in it, but coal. He was eager to kill and hurt to gain power, and nothing could stop him. Except the occasional rhino, but he made sure it never came back. He was a fierce lion, and was determined to be the next king after Vladimier, and maybe even “make him retire early” and he suddenly has a death, in which no other lion should question about. Because he would have the power over them. If they spoke, he would punish them greatly. Except there was one exception. Queen Ashling. The blind queen had a soft spot for his heart. Maybe, just maybe, the queen would lift his heart to be of gold, not coal. But for now, the evil doings had just begun...
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