S-105: Spite

" who the fuck cares where they went?

we need to get the hell out of here before they change their minds and get their hands on us again. "

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An experiment filled with prized genes and enough spite to manifest venom.

Spite was grown into a Shiny Zorua, sparkling fur glimmering brighter paired with his Albinism. Poked and prodded, the experiment quickly learned that his 'caretakers' were the greatest threats to his life.

While there isn't any way to prove it, there was talk amongst the researchers that the poison in his fangs and the sharp toxins in his claws were an extension of his hatred made physical reality.

Spite lived a stifling, suffocating life, both under scrutiny and slowly overtaken by the excess keratinous growth that he had been cursed with. There never was any relief, the long, thick fur never being trimmed short enough to get rid of the heat, the researchers preferring to watch him struggle to not overheat instead of upkeeping his health.

He wishes that he could've bitten more of them. Give them a taste of their own medicine before he was sent to his grave.

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" The cup of your enemy is filled with poison, laden with hatred. But take care, for yours is just as tainted in turn. "