#794120364019
Belongs to Andateikah's Former Pride

(Demonic) Phobia

"DEM|6m|SNST|F6O|NimH|QIZeb|NCL"

Lion Stats
Experience	5664 / 8910 (63%)
Level	10
Strength	34	Speed	29
Stamina	43	Smarts	39
Agility	23	Skill	31
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	199

Lion Currents
Age	14 years, 1 month old
Hunger	0%
Mood	100%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Brutal (Evil)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Unknown	Mother	Unknown	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	19 days ago	Fertility	Low	View All Cubs Bred (1)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Demonic (Dark Brown Skin)	Slot 1: Henna Cowl (84%) Tier 0 Slot 4: Feline 6 Onyx (66%) Tier 2 Slot 5: Nimravus Henna (79%) Tier 6 Slot 6: Quartz Inverted Zebra (41%) Tier 2 Slot 9: Onyx Cheetah Royal (14%) Tier 3 Slot 10: Under White 4 (90%) Tier 0
Genetics	Red Dark Countershaded Special
Eyes	Sunset
Mane Type	Normal
Mane Color	Bloodbourne
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Bloody Pit Above Event Scar: Ripped Fur Essence of War Fiend Horns Head Wings [Black] Event Scar: Demonic Sigil Nightmare Shadows

Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	72	Successful Hunts	72	Success Rate	100%

Biography
Original base was Dark Golden You feel the urge to strike down all who have wronged you. You hear the whisper of disturbing chants from far away. Not everyone appreciates your pretty fur, apparently. Ouch! You trot towards Phobia 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 trot towards Phobia 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 greet Phobia. She roars at you. She clearly likes you a lot. You were having some trouble getting into a carcass with a tough hide, so you invited Phobia to share with you. Sure enough, she proudly tore the decaying beast to shreds. You wonder if her claws are permanently bloodstained.

Biography

Original base was Dark Golden

You feel the urge to strike down all who have wronged you.

You hear the whisper of disturbing chants from far away.

Not everyone appreciates your pretty fur, apparently.
Ouch!

You trot towards Phobia 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 trot towards Phobia 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 greet Phobia. She roars at you. She clearly likes you a lot.

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

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