I am a mixture of different genetics, from a small mutation that makes two different color patterns, to a mythological beast with parts of several different species.

A guardian of some renown, I perch like a spear. I sit beneath the crown, and strike any who draw near. I am a brethren with a spine, and may let you enter my hall. Against giants I hold the line, but not those who are small.

The largest carnivorous marsupial, it lives on an island between the Indian Ocean and a similarly named sea. Despite what you may have seen on Saturday morning cartoons, it does not spin like a tornado.

They are dark and always on the run. Without the sun, there would be none. What are they?

I’m small and round with a heart of stone. On tables I gather, in groves I’m grown. Squish me to gather my liquid gold. A sign of peace from scripts of old.