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Belongs to Kaigyr's Pride
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This lion is immortal! It will not age or get hungry.

Appearance		Markings
Base	Unholy (Dudley Skin)	Slot 1: Onyx Mantle (71%) Tier 1 Slot 3: Onyx Brindle (100%) Tier 1 Slot 8: Demonic Feralis (99%) Tier 3 Slot 9: Chatoyant Feline (100%) Tier 3 Slot 10: Ardor Feline Unders (100%) Tier 3
Genetics	Red Dark Countershaded Special
Eyes	Yellow
Mane Type	Sideward
Mane Color	Unholy
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

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Wild Waterhole Above Rabbit Skull Necklace Desert Warrior Rabbit Bone Chest Wrap Chain [Gold] Rabbit Fur Cloak Claw Extensions [White] Buffalo Skull Headwear Rabbit Fluff Tail Rabbit Bone Bracelets Shrikes Zephyr

Biography
"I run the travellers rest. Will you come take a look?" A lioness nearly wrapped head to toe in kick-nacks calls out for you, with random wares lying all around her. When you come closer, you hear laboured breathing, as if this lioness had something stuck in her lungs. You question her about it, concerned for her well being (and the possibility of her wares being infected with something). "It is of no matter. But if you must know, I am not infected by any normal matters. It's the result of my rather obtuse brother." You're not sure you understand; wouldn't genetic misgivings be the result of a mother or father? "No. I- It's not genetic. It would be easiest to show you." She says after a moment, tired. ["traveller. unwraps her extensive bandages and furs.] You're not sure how to respond. Perhaps your eyes easily give yourself away, or the lioness has had this reaction happen many times before. Whatever it is, she simply shrugs, before wrapping herself back up with experience. "Well. Will you at least take a look at my wares?" She continues. ... (Her flesh was scarred and burnt, melting in patches of fur that seemed to continuously bleed and heal. But she had no heart. A hole existed at the forefront of her chest, with nothing inside it except angry burning flesh.) ─── ⋆⋅★⋅⋆ ── "traveller. stands on her back legs, cuddling into your soft mane for a bit as a greeting. final stats: 1420, lv. 22

Biography

"I run the travellers rest. Will you come take a look?"

A lioness nearly wrapped head to toe in kick-nacks calls out for you, with random wares lying all around her. When you come closer, you hear laboured breathing, as if this lioness had something stuck in her lungs. You question her about it, concerned for her well being (and the possibility of her wares being infected with something).

"It is of no matter. But if you must know, I am not infected by any normal matters. It's the result of my rather obtuse brother."

You're not sure you understand; wouldn't genetic misgivings be the result of a mother or father?

"No. I- It's not genetic. It would be easiest to show you." She says after a moment, tired.

["traveller. unwraps her extensive bandages and furs.]

You're not sure how to respond. Perhaps your eyes easily give yourself away, or the lioness has had this reaction happen many times before. Whatever it is, she simply shrugs, before wrapping herself back up with experience.

"Well. Will you at least take a look at my wares?" She continues.

...

(Her flesh was scarred and burnt, melting in patches of fur that seemed to continuously bleed and heal. But she had no heart. A hole existed at the forefront of her chest, with nothing inside it except angry burning flesh.)

─── ⋆⋅★⋅⋆ ──
"traveller. stands on her back legs, cuddling into your soft mane for a bit as a greeting.

final stats: 1420, lv. 22

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