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Belongs to Ricinus, the Pet's Pride
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Ceto

"The Hopeless Romantic"

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This cub is immortal! It will not age or get hungry.
Appearance Markings
Base Ammonite (Red Skin) Slot 1: Onyx Dust (80%) Tier 3
Slot 2: Fiery Undershine (30%) Tier 3
Slot 3: Ebony Rugged Face (90%) Tier 3
Slot 4: Cream Mirage (37%) Tier 3
Slot 5: Ebony Rugged Back (90%) Tier 3
Slot 6: Silver Sable (25%) Tier 1
Slot 7: Feline 8 Ebony (100%) Tier 5
Slot 8: Under White 8 (50%) Tier 0
Slot 10: Fallow Ripple (30%) Tier 1
Genetics Cream Medium Countershaded Special
Eyes Jet
Mane Type Regal
Mane Color Hallowed
Mutation Sirenomelia
Marking Slots
10
Equipped Decorations
Le Morne Brabant

Above
Eye of the Fierce Roar
Shark Tail Custom Decor
Flopping Pindu
Smiling SirenCustom Decor
Wet Whiskers for SirensCustom Decor
Leaf Tail Piece
Swimming In ParadiseCustom Decor
Tint of Solitude
Biography
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art by Interdemensional



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Born: 03/29/2017
Got on: 04/22/2020
Heritage
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Intro


You approach a small lioness in the center of a field. She's flirting with all the male cubs in the area, batting her eyes and making cute giggles. She sings to them with quite an impressive set of vocals for a cub. The mutation she has becomes apparent as she turns her body to reveal her fused legs, but she doesn't have to move, the males come to her. They strut their stuff in front of her, practicing their prideful roars. When they leave she seems lonely, but before you can say anything she slips off into a nearby pond where you witness a transformation of land creature to sea dweller. She sprouts silver fins from her head and back and her deformed legs morph into a silver scaled tail. Playfully, she swims around and performs several perfect flips. You leave with a smile on your muzzle.
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Biography


Bleached Cotton seems to be quite frantic. The new mother lion is pacing around the outskirts of the nesting fields, despite the fact this is not her first litter. The king saunters over to her, concerned but he doesn't show it. The primal lioness sees him, and greets the king by a long, affectionate rub against his fluffy mane. "What is the matter?" He asks her, she seems shocked at first that he noticed but then leads him to the litter. There, in the pile of lush grass and feathers was a bundle of three cubs. The two screamed with their tiny lungs but the last seemed to move slower than the others when the female lay down to nurse them. Though as nurturing as she is, she looks to the king for guidance. "I see, her legs are fused together... I'm afraid I can offer no help for our daughter, have you named her?" The lioness nodded and then spoke with her soft voice, "Ceto." The king bent his giant muzzle down to sniff the cub. She eagerly reached up with two paws and grasped the king's nose, rolling herself over in the process before tumbling down to the ground with a squeak.

Hurridly, a group of lions crowding the small deformed cub rush her in her desperate state to the sage, Screech. The siren struggles to move her head, extremely ill. While the other cubs trained and played she was being diagnosed in a dark tree den under the light of the moon. "Please save her." The king begs, before leaving the sage to do her work. The first lioness to check on Ceto was Bleached Cotton, her mother, but the sage wouldn't let her in. It wasn't until the rising sun climbed over the horizen that Screech emerged, holding a cub by her scruff into the golden rays of warmth. The pride gathered in a circle and Ceto was dropped to the dusty ground. "She is immortal." Screech said blandly. "She will not age nor die, Apademik has blessed this child and now I must go return the favor." She nudged the cub forward in which the crowd roared with joy while the medic disappeared.
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Interactions


Your lioness gave birth to Ceto, a slightly deformed baby. She's unsure if it will survive but it seems to crawl for milk like all others.

Ceto crawls around using its front legs only. The merged hind legs don't seem to bother it, and it seems to be able to poop just fine.

Other cubs this age prance around, but Ceto just paws at nearby insects, making it a bit of an outcast.

Ceto's mom is worried for it - it does not seem to grow much lately.

Ceto has trouble digesting and hasn't been eating much in the past few days. It meows quietly from pain.

You say hello to Ceto, but then suddenly they pounce on your face. Ooof!

Ceto darts around the den, laughing and giggling before Grandpaw Balaur sticks a foot out and trips them up. Ceto falls on their face and begins to sniffle, unable to hold back the waterworks as Grandpaw Balaur calls them weak and pathetic.

Ceto ran towards their Grandpaw Coalfoot with a lovely ostrich feather in their mouth, only to trip and completely wreck the feather in the process. Ceto is on the verge of tears until Grandpaw Coalfoot picks them up and promises to find them all the ostrich feathers in the world.

Breeding Info


Born with the use of a lion meat from a 100% goddess primal mother and father. Other items in breeding: Great Tit, Roasted Vulture, Buffalo Scrotum





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