[Further spurred on by his questions, she continues.]
Starting with the 'lowest' castes, It starts with the Candy-red blood of my matesprit. Then comes, Burgundy, Bronze, Yellow, My own Olive, Jade, Teal, Cerulean, Blue, Purple, Violet, and finally Fuchsia.
That is a complicated question. Mostly, it is a circumstance of birth. Those of the higher blood colors live longer. The older, and more potent trolls of the higher blood colors use this as impetus to rule over their 'lessers'. It is actually something me and my friends were set to be executed for trying to go against. My matesprit saw another path for our race, one of peace and equality.
Yes. We cannot advance as long as she holds the reigns to our people. The only consolation is that even far after my time has come and gone, other decent trolls are hatched. My descendant Nepeta, for instance.
We do share certain genetic similarities, but it would be nearly impossible to be exactly alike. Which lusus chose them, how one is raised, who they associate with, who they take into their quadrants every decision can lead them down a different path then the ancestor that came before them.
At least, that is as much as I understand about it.
Yes, well, good. She is approachable and fun, I hope she can help you with what you wish to know. Information exchange is important. We are stuck together in this golden cage with each other, it benefits us all to share what we know with each other.
[Okay, so the warning had served the exact opposite purpose she had intended, crap.]
He murdered thousands in cold blood, all at the whims of the Empress. Not cleanly, either. Rumors speak of nightmares coming to life, and disturbing levels of torture. He is hardly what I would call fascinating.
[As right as he might be, in her mind there was nothing more deadly then the Highblood. Thousands died in his campaigns. The sureness in the voice of the human she spoke to put her a little on edge as well.]
My warning was given, take it or leave it. Do not say I did not warn you.
[She shudders, just thinking about the purpleblooded monster made her queasy.]
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Starting with the 'lowest' castes, It starts with the Candy-red blood of my matesprit. Then comes, Burgundy, Bronze, Yellow, My own Olive, Jade, Teal, Cerulean, Blue, Purple, Violet, and finally Fuchsia.
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They killed him for it.
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But, I suppose that is partially the point.
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We do share certain genetic similarities, but it would be nearly impossible to be exactly alike. Which lusus chose them, how one is raised, who they associate with, who they take into their quadrants every decision can lead them down a different path then the ancestor that came before them.
At least, that is as much as I understand about it.
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[Thankfully it had not been phrased as a direct question.]
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Have you been warned about one of us in particular? Large, monstrous purpleblood. Goes by the name of 'Grand Highblood'?
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He murdered thousands in cold blood, all at the whims of the Empress. Not cleanly, either. Rumors speak of nightmares coming to life, and disturbing levels of torture. He is hardly what I would call fascinating.
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He is dangerous.
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My warning was given, take it or leave it. Do not say I did not warn you.
[She shudders, just thinking about the purpleblooded monster made her queasy.]
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