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Poison

Not Quite Feline

Lion Stats
Experience	0 / 100 (0%)
Level	1
Strength	134	Speed	146
Stamina	125	Smarts	126
Agility	163	Skill	82
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	776

Lion Currents
Age	14 years, 2 months old
Hunger	0%
Mood	52%
Sex	Male
Personality	Humble (Good)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Jimmy (Deceased)	Mother	Sugar Rush (Deceased)	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	N/A	Fertility	N/A	View All Cubs Bred (0)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Zarin (Marbled Skin)	Slot 1: Dark Brown Mask (87%) Tier 1 Slot 2: Leg Banding White (72%) Tier 1 Slot 4: Blue Vitiligo 6 (85%) Tier 3 Slot 5: Vitiligo 5 (52%) Tier 2 Slot 7: Vitiligo 8 (71%) Tier 2 Slot 8: Tail Banding Silver (69%) Tier 1
Genetics	Golden Medium Solid Common
Eyes	Paradise
Mane Type	Normal
Mane Color	Celestial
Mutation	Patches (Striped)
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Fen Wetland Above Camouflaged Snake Scar: Hind Leg Left Ticks [Body] Tigers Eye Ticks [Face] Essence of Pestilence Muddy Live Rat Maghreb Magpie Muddy Roots Below Umbrella Papyrus

Lifetime Patrolling Results
Total Patrols	338	Total Stats Gained	607	Total Items Gained	171

Biography
From Jimmy wip Poison, Cryptid in the Flesh You plapped through the marshy wetland, tall grasses tickling at your ears as you pulled your soggy limbs, the water now dragging at your mane, burdening you. Plup. Plak. Plit. It was becoming difficult to tell how long you'd been walking, every path you'd taken had dissolved together. Looking up once again at the sky - the sole thing deviated from the green and brown - it offered you the assurance that it was still day, but you weren't sure wether the pounding, centred sun was a friend or a foe. Splp. Shlk. Slsh. You had found a scent; something good this time! You followed. It faded. A look back at the wonders of hindsight would've left you relishing in your own regret, if your thoughts weren't dashed by a swishing noise. It was like a gust, but with a wild unpredictability, as if possessed by a heart of flesh and blood. Shwp. PlpK- With a hesitating stop, lukewarm droplets scattered upwards. You raised your head to inhale and blinked the water out of your eye. Nothing. Just faint, yucky smells in between the strong, damp smells. Rats. You wrinkled your muzzle. Literally, rats. Pivoting your ears round, you tried, in suspense to pinpoint the sound. A well of tension formed in your belly. At first it was a swish, then a rustle, then a shake, then a.... You dared a blink, unsheathed paw raised. Warthog. A rat scurried from somewhere but you ignored it, poised. Suddenly something exploded from the green beside you, snatched the rat up in its maw and growled huskily as it splashed around. Definitely not a warthog. You had hopped backwards and hissed menacingly upon it's arrival, but with nowhere to go you remained. First you noticed the rat was still alive, writing, plump and dirty. It squealed piercingly but your attention was now to it's captor; a young male, dark furred with blue-green eyes, you saw their orange rims, the scalera showing as he shifted his gaze to see you.

Biography

From Jimmy
wip

Poison, Cryptid in the Flesh

You plapped through the marshy wetland, tall grasses tickling at your ears as you pulled your
soggy limbs, the water now dragging at your mane, burdening you.

Plup. Plak. Plit.

It was becoming difficult to tell how long you'd been walking, every path you'd taken had dissolved together.
Looking up once again at the sky - the sole thing deviated from the green and brown - it offered you the
assurance that it was still day, but you weren't sure wether the pounding, centred sun was a friend or a foe.

Splp. Shlk. Slsh.

You had found a scent; something good this time! You followed. It faded.
A look back at the wonders of hindsight would've left you relishing in your own regret, if your thoughts weren't dashed by a swishing noise. It was like a gust, but with a wild unpredictability, as if possessed by a heart of flesh and blood.

Shwp. PlpK-

With a hesitating stop, lukewarm droplets scattered upwards. You raised your head to inhale and blinked the water out of your eye. Nothing. Just faint, yucky smells in between the strong, damp smells. Rats.
You wrinkled your muzzle.
Literally, rats.

Pivoting your ears round, you tried, in suspense to pinpoint the sound. A well of tension formed in your belly.
At first it was a swish, then a rustle, then a shake, then a....
You dared a blink, unsheathed paw raised. Warthog.

A rat scurried from somewhere but you ignored it, poised.
Suddenly something exploded from the green beside you, snatched the rat up in its maw and growled huskily as it splashed around.
Definitely not a warthog.

You had hopped backwards and hissed menacingly upon it's arrival, but with nowhere to go you remained. First you noticed the rat was still alive, writing, plump and dirty. It squealed piercingly but your attention was now to it's captor; a young male, dark furred with blue-green eyes, you saw their orange rims, the scalera showing as he shifted his gaze to see you.

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