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Belongs to Goeden's Former Pride

Vimto

"The Vision Seer"

Lion Stats
Experience
178 / 990 (17%)
Level 4
Strength 59 Speed 51
Stamina 48 Smarts 48
Agility 64 Skill 6
Born With: Unknown Total Stats: 276
Lion Currents
Age 2 years, 8 months old
Hunger
0%
Mood
100%
Sex Female
Pose Kind
Personality
Gentle (Kind)

Adult Stage
Newborn Stage 100%
Young Cub Stage 100%
Cub Stage 100%
Adolescent Stage 100%
Adult Stage 5.1282051282051%
Elder Stage 0%
Breeding Info
Father Ahkriiin (Deceased) Mother Light Cream (White Skin) (Deceased) View Full Heritage
Last Bred Never Fertility High View All Cubs Bred (0)
Appearance Markings
Base Albino (Pink Skin) Slot 1: Dark Brown Domino (48%) Tier 3
Slot 2: Under White 2 (43%) Tier 0
Slot 3: Red Web (91%) Tier 3
Slot 4: Gold Cobweb (79%) Tier 3
Genetics Black Light Solid Common
Eyes Amber
Mane Type Thick
Mane Color Celestial
Mutation None
Marking Slots
10
Equipped Decorations
Vision of Ancestors

Above
Herb Pouch
Body Paint: Ethereal Touch
Body Paint: Ethereal Vision
Jewelry: Sparkling Opal Pendant
Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts 3 Successful Hunts 3 Success Rate 100%


Biography
Written below done by Sunari | 🔥 Queen (#29058)
In the low hanging sun, an ivory lioness basked the in the remainders of it’s rays before turning to tread back home. The pouch clasped to her side burst with fresh picks on drying herbs to replenish her stock. Suddenly, amber eyes caught the reflecting prism of an opal pendent at her neck, the dying sun’s last tendrils caused the iridescent blue to sparkle at her throat. “I see, then.” The words escaped tawny lips as Vimto continued homeward.

“Well? What do you see?” The deep voice of the oracle’s king nagged at her like an impudent child, still, she placed a tattooed paw on his. “You know things are never clear.” Her raspy voice spoke of wisdom and oddly had the affect needed to calm Nacht down. In an old cracked tortoise shell, the pride’s oracle had colored powders, bones, and herbs mixed within. A lazy paw expertly rocked the tortoiseshell as she concentrated, then with a sudden thrust she dumped the contents upon the ground.

“A red sun in the sky
Plants wither and die
Hear the cub’s mournful cry.”

Vimto prepared herself for relaying the bad news to her king. He sat at her side, worried for the sake of his pride’s future as the oracle once more repeated the words for him. “It seems we will experience a very harsh drought.” She murmured. Understanding the weight upon her king’s shoulders, Vimto looked upon him with sympathy as she recalled the many years they’ve shared together.

“Thank you,” The exasperated king smiled upon her, ready to face the future and prepare his pride.

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