Vigor

The laughter would cut deeply into the brute. The tears that had been held in his eyes would roll down his cheeks, and he would sniffle, the words of the cat king striking him. The way the feline spoke to him... was as if he was no one... and was he really? Without his kingdom with him any longer what did Kyda have? He lowered his ears, the words stinging deeply. Especially as he mentioned the damned mutation that cursed his existence. But... there was something else in the cat king's voice as he said this. That so called threat would be interpreted differently by Kyda. His eyes would widen a bit, hope shining within him. He could be rid of his curse. "Really would you? King cat please... of me curse free my..." His words were pleading as he looked upon the panther. This man... could be his salvation.