kinged on 24.04.23 ldt
starting stats: 213
base changed to nacre 24.04.23
Slot 1, Demonic Rogue (100%) ➟ Cimmerian Scraped Back (100%) 28.04.23
Slot 2, Angelic Cheetah (100%) ➟ Hoarfrost Dust (100%) 28.04.23
Slot 5, Wicked Underbelly (55%) ➟ Pulsar Margay (60%) 28.04.23
Slot 7, White Rugged Unders (84%) ➟ Feline 8 Orchid (100%) 28.04.23
Slot 3, Sunset Crackle (50%) ➟ Ardor Inverted Brindle (100%) 02.05.23
Notable cubs:
* 11x Primal
* 3x Primal Ferus
* 6x Primal Fangs
* 7x Nacre
* 2x Madagascar
* 1x Folded Ears
* 4x Amp
* 1x Serruria
* 4x Dwarf
* 2x Random Rosette
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"You greet King mut rep and he just smirks at you, licking some blood from his latest kill off his paw."
"When seeking King mut rep to say hello, you noticed him playing with a dead warthog piglet."
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"You turn, and finally notice the yellow furred primal lion. He's still young, but still looked disturbingly dangerous. His claws clicked against the rock as he flexed, and light glinted off his large, exposed fangs. But it was his eyes that unsettled you the most. Cold and unforgiving, you fear what the young lion is capable of.
Clove moves closer to you to explain in hushed tones what Aphrodite had been too afraid to. “He doesn’t have a name, but he’s the heir. He’ll replace Avric when he’s gone. We call him Pixie in secret because, well he’s going to look just like Avric when he’s king. Just… scarier.” You tilt your head to the side, still trapped in the unblinking deadly stare of the young lion. You finally shake yourself away from his gaze, and try to enjoy the company of the other lionesses in the cave. You can still feel his eyes boring into you with your back turned. You shiver and try not to think about what he’d be like on the throne."
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"When eyes slot 3, 9 starts playing a bit too rough, Grandpaw ᴘɪxɪᴇ ᴅᴜꜱᴛ harshly swipes at them, eyeing them ferociously. eyes slot 3, 9 whimpers and flees, their tail hiding between their legs. Maybe Grandpaw ᴘɪxɪᴇ ᴅᴜꜱᴛ just doesn't like games?"
"After spotting Earl push over one of their siblings in the mud, Grandpaw ᴘɪxɪᴇ ᴅᴜꜱᴛ pulls them aside and, with pride, tells them they should always take advantage of the weak."
"New Cub follows after Grandpaw ᴘɪxɪᴇ ᴅᴜꜱᴛ as he goes out on a patrol. New Cub spots an injured dik dik hiding in the bushes, and with a snarl, Grandpaw ᴘɪxɪᴇ ᴅᴜꜱᴛ orders New Cub to kill it, saying that there is no room for mercy in this life."
"When New Cub refuses to train, Grandpaw ᴘɪxɪᴇ ᴅᴜꜱᴛ corners them and growls that if he were still king, he would kill New Cub for being weak. Needless to say, New Cub is suddenly very enthusiastic about training."
"New Cub seems upset that they've lost the race. Grandpaw ᴘɪxɪᴇ ᴅᴜꜱᴛ spots them moping around and approaches them. He leans down, and you can see his mouth moving as he murmurs something to New Cub. They sharply gasp, then ask, "But won't they get hurt?", to which Grandpaw ᴘɪxɪᴇ ᴅᴜꜱᴛ chuckles and responds, "Of course. But it will teach them not to cross you again, won't it?""
"rc ends up wandering a little too close to Grandpaw ᴘɪxɪᴇ ᴅᴜꜱᴛ as he sleeps. Grandpaw ᴘɪxɪᴇ ᴅᴜꜱᴛ snarls at rc and aims a swipe at them before they scarper to the safety of the other side of the den."
"Grandpaw ᴘɪxɪᴇ ᴅᴜꜱᴛ corners a small group of his grandcubs as he tells them a story about how he used to kill cubs that were not strong, nor worthy of his pride's name. The cubs nearby all tremble slightly, trying their best to show their Grandpaw ᴘɪxɪᴇ ᴅᴜꜱᴛ how strong and brave they are."
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