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Belongs to 's Former Pride

Nechhia

" Queen "

Lion Stats
Experience
3350 / 11000 (30%)
Level 11
Strength 108 Speed 96
Stamina 119 Smarts 125
Agility 89 Skill 27
Born With: Unknown Total Stats: 564
Lion Currents
Age 16 years old
Hunger
0%
Mood
100%
Sex Female
Pose Default
Personality
Joyful (Good)

Elder Stage
Newborn Stage 100%
Young Cub Stage 100%
Cub Stage 100%
Adolescent Stage 100%
Adult Stage 100%
Elder Stage 100%
Breeding Info
Father Lord Farquaad (Deceased) Mother Eva View Full Heritage
Last Bred More than 20 days ago Fertility Low View All Cubs Bred (3)
Appearance Markings
Base Light Cream (White Skin) Slot 2: White Undershine (89%) Tier 3
Slot 4: Onyx Brindle (69%) Tier 1
Slot 8: Feline 1 Onyx (49%) Tier 2
Genetics Cream Light Solid Common
Eyes Starshine
Mane Type Wavy
Mane Color Hallowed
Mutation None
Marking Slots
10
Equipped Decorations
None!
Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts 97 Successful Hunts 96 Success Rate 98%


Biography
Nechh (Neh-sh, the sh sounds slides softly) is the Zeimnor Rorkan word for 'Dark'. The 'ia' portion is a common submissive/feminine ending added to certain words or names if the word or name seems too dominant/masculine for a submissive/female's name.

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You and Necchia sit beside one another, she dances slightly on her front paws, making her bounce excitably next to you. You observe her joyous movements and before you can ask what she's doing, she speaks, "Boy I wish we could stay cubs forever," you're taken slightly aback, but you notice she's watching the cubs and nod in understanding to yourself, "Mother's milk, tender touches, playful plot holes and advantageous adventures. Boy oh boy, I can't wait to have lots of these lil fellas!"
"Since when were you interested in alliteration?" you chuckle, but she ignores your question blatantly and looks up at you.
"Can we have lots of babies?" she blatantly asks, your jaw drops slightly and you laugh.
"Of course, as many as you like, Necchia," you rumble in reply as she bounces to her paws to go play with them. What a wonderful damsel.

Of course, there's an abyss of guilt in you for the time she had to leave because your pride couldn't support her, two months she wandered alone and hopeless for a new home, you could only make it up to her in giving her happiness. Though she seemed ignorant to how awful it really was that she'd nearly starved to death on her own, you could feel the sympathy and pity welling up in your chest. That was you, once upon a time in your adolescence.

After a long hard day of exploring, Necchia offers to knead your shoulders. You happily accept, and you feel great afterwards!

Happy to see you coming, Necchia offers you her grooming services.





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