You are the king, Viktor's, fire tiger. God of the flames, you are being filled with rage and grace, thriving on violence and desecration.

Recently, Viktor has tried restlessly to find an appropriate mate for you, one that you would like and wouldn't try to cannibalise despite the fact you didn't want cubs nor a mate.

Due to this, Viktor, ever the cruel ruler, has taken a heavily pregnant tiger and taken her cubs after having her hung drawn and quartered. While you were sleeping peacefully in your nest, a soft huff of hit air escaping your mouth every so often, Viktor snuck the newly born cubs into your nest with you.

He knew you weren't stupid and would easily tell that the cubs belonged to another mother, but he was only testing a theory. Aware of the risk that you would possibly eat the cubs or abandon them to a slow and painful death because they smelt like they're mother and weren't yours, Viktor couldn't care less, he'd go through thousands of litters until you either agreed to find a mate and breed or you accepted one of the litters.