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Belongs to 's Former Pride

Verrat

Lion Stats
Experience	13950 / 63360 (22%)
Level	25
Strength	150	Speed	153
Stamina	168	Smarts	155
Agility	156	Skill	169
Total Stats:		951

Lion Currents
Age	15 years, 8 months old
Hunger	0%
Mood	100%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Modest (Neutral)

Elder Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Unknown	Mother	Unknown	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	More than 20 days ago	Fertility	High	View All Cubs Bred (2)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Onyx (Marbled Skin)	Slot 1: Cream Luster (100%) Tier 1 Slot 2: Tail Banding Dark Brown (100%) Tier 1 Slot 3: White Collar (100%) Tier 1 Slot 4: Leg Banding Dark Brown (100%) Tier 1 Slot 6: White Underfur (100%) Tier 1
Genetics	Black Dark Solid Uncommon
Eyes	Hazel
Mane Type	Sideburn
Mane Color	Vanilla
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
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Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	773	Successful Hunts	773	Success Rate	100%

Biography
23 at birth 5.10.14 - 118 German for Betrayal * Ripped from her mother's belly, Verrat gurgled and choked on the remnants of her mother's warmth. Eyes shut with sleep and mucus, she grasped at the air, only to meet the leathery hands of strangers. They fondled at her, pressed cold metal against her blood covered fur, poked and prodded. A beauty, unlike her mother, the humans whispered. She would be a fine replacement, they murmured. They would get many grants to start her breeding and housing program, they excitedly jostled about, cocooning Verrat in a furry towel. * Enough! The lionesses bustled in their cages. No more! They whined against wire. Out! They rubbed against cages, their brittle fur tangling and breaking off like dry elephant grass. Grunts in the "den" echoed against Verrat's ears, treacherous plans of escape, treasonous discussions of violence. She wiped her paws against the damp ground, clouded pools of water staining her white tipped toes. Her ears lay down, twitching at the moans of anger surrounding her. Enough! ***

Biography

23 at birth
5.10.14 - 118

German for Betrayal

***
Ripped from her mother's belly, Verrat gurgled and choked on the remnants of her mother's warmth. Eyes shut with sleep and mucus, she grasped at the air, only to meet the leathery hands of strangers. They fondled at her, pressed cold metal against her blood covered fur, poked and prodded. A beauty, unlike her mother, the humans whispered. She would be a fine replacement, they murmured. They would get many grants to start her breeding and housing program, they excitedly jostled about, cocooning Verrat in a furry towel.

***
Enough! The lionesses bustled in their cages. No more! They whined against wire. Out! They rubbed against cages, their brittle fur tangling and breaking off like dry elephant grass. Grunts in the "den" echoed against Verrat's ears, treacherous plans of escape, treasonous discussions of violence. She wiped her paws against the damp ground, clouded pools of water staining her white tipped toes. Her ears lay down, twitching at the moans of anger surrounding her.

Enough!

***

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