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Belongs to 's Former Pride

Monarch Lyra {Lilac}

Lilac

Lion Stats
Experience	539 / 990 (54%)
Level	4
Strength	94	Speed	94
Stamina	74	Smarts	81
Agility	80	Skill	3
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	426

Lion Currents
Age	14 years, 7 months old
Hunger	0%
Mood	100%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Modest (Neutral)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	King Jareth (Deceased)	Mother	sab-Pepper (Deceased)	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	8 days ago	Fertility	Average	View All Cubs Bred (3)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Lilac (Black Skin)	Slot 1: Infernal Glaze (43%) Tier 3 Slot 2: Onyx Marozi (82%) Tier 1 Slot 3: White Streak (42%) Tier 1 Slot 5: Feline 4 Onyx (83%) Tier 2 Slot 8: Feline 1 Onyx (64%) Tier 2 Slot 9: Vitiligo 4 (76%) Tier 2 Slot 10: Celestial Speckles (76%) Tier 3
Genetics	Black Medium Solid Special
Eyes	Blue
Mane Type	Regal
Mane Color	Onyx
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Grassy Den Above African Wild Ass Foal Senegal Feather Decor Vulturine Guineafowl Feather Decor Warthog Piglets Zebra Foal

Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	5	Successful Hunts	5	Success Rate	100%

Biography
An odd sight catches your interest. A lilac lioness with a pile of feathers is surrounded by a variety of temptingly easy to catch prey animals. "Preparing lunch?" You ask jokingly upon approach. The lioness grimaces and shakes her head forcefully. "Certainly NOT!" Her company stares disapprovingly at you. "Arthur here is my adopted son." She nods towards the wild ass colt. "His mother was killed during the dry season. The zebra is his friend, and so are the warthog piglets. Their mothers trust me to keep them safe, and I put up with no threats to their safety!" She firmly warns. "Fair enough." You shrug. "What are you doing?" She gives a forced smile. "Teaching the young to make feather decor. Care to join in?"

Biography

An odd sight catches your interest. A lilac lioness with a pile of feathers is surrounded by a variety of temptingly easy to catch prey animals. "Preparing lunch?" You ask jokingly upon approach. The lioness grimaces and shakes her head forcefully. "Certainly NOT!" Her company stares disapprovingly at you. "Arthur here is my adopted son." She nods towards the wild ass colt. "His mother was killed during the dry season. The zebra is his friend, and so are the warthog piglets. Their mothers trust me to keep them safe, and I put up with no threats to their safety!" She firmly warns. "Fair enough." You shrug. "What are you doing?" She gives a forced smile. "Teaching the young to make feather decor. Care to join in?"

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