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Issithgin

Queen"

This lioness will come into heat in 3 days.

Lion Stats
Experience	6689 / 53240 (12%)
Level	23
Strength	486	Speed	573
Stamina	481	Smarts	468
Agility	519	Skill	159
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	2686

Lion Currents
Age	13 years, 2 months old
Hunger	0%
Mood	100%
Sex	Female
Pose	Good
Personality	Brutal (Evil)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Moby Dick (Deceased)	Mother	Wenet The Wise 🌺 (Deceased)	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	More than 20 days ago	Fertility	Very Low (30%)	View All Cubs Bred (4)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Unholy (Burnt Skin)	Slot 1: Red Puma (11%) Tier 1 Slot 2: Black Flow (71%) Tier 1 Slot 3: Copal Back Hair (74%) Tier 1 Slot 4: White Cover (13%) Tier 0 Slot 5: Feline 4 Onyx (91%) Tier 2 Slot 6: Cream Half (76%) Tier 0 Slot 7: Copal Coat (82%) Tier 3 Slot 8: Feline 1 Onyx (91%) Tier 2 Slot 9: White Venter (83%) Tier 3 Slot 10: Onyx Patch (100%) Tier 3
Genetics	Red Dark Countershaded Special
Eyes	Blue
Mane Type	Crested
Mane Color	White
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
[D] Great Fires Background Above Scar: Anklebiter Scar: Long Left Eye Scar: Nose Ridge Event Scar: Scorched Back Scar: Back Scratch Eager Cub [Brown] Guernsey Lily [1] Below Dead Tree

Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	747	Successful Hunts	722	Success Rate	96%

Biography
You trot towards Issithgin to say hello, but you get smacked fiercely onto your cheek. You stand in shock, as she keeps giving you smacks, one after another, until you let out a growl, to which she replies with a roar. Women. You like them rough, don't you? You were having some trouble getting into a carcass with a tough hide, so you invited Issithgin to share with you. Sure enough, she proudly tore the decaying beast to shreds. You wonder if her claws are permanently bloodstained. You charged Issithgin as soon as you saw her this morning. She snarled in ferocity and tackled you to the floor. You didn't miss the grin behind her snarl, though!

Biography

You trot towards Issithgin to say hello, but you get smacked fiercely onto your cheek. You stand in shock, as she keeps giving you smacks, one after another, until you let out a growl, to which she replies with a roar. Women. You like them rough, don't you?

You were having some trouble getting into a carcass with a tough hide, so you invited Issithgin to share with you. Sure enough, she proudly tore the decaying beast to shreds. You wonder if her claws are permanently bloodstained.

You charged Issithgin as soon as you saw her this morning. She snarled in ferocity and tackled you to the floor. You didn't miss the grin behind her snarl, though!

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