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Belongs to The Count of Monte Cristo's Pride
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"Clean Tigon"

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This lion is immortal! It will not age or get hungry.

Appearance Markings
Base Fuchsia (Pink Skin) Slot 1: Kimanjano Mottled Vents (46%) Tier 3
Slot 2: Fiery Rumble (70%) Tier 3
Slot 6: Guardian Inverted Quagga (63%) Tier 3
Slot 8: Rhino Feline (51%) Tier 3
Genetics Red Light Countershaded Special
Eyes Reptile
Mane Type Thick
Mane Color Ethereal
Mutation Tigon
Marking Slots
10
Equipped Decorations
[D] Namibian Meadows

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Angelic Blessing
Biography

Gon’ With The Wind -> Gon’ On The Wind

Gon’ With The Wind noticed your mane was looking a bit dirty and tangled, so she offered to groom it for you. You quickly declined, saying you'll take care of it later on your own. You still had a bald spot from the last time Gon’ With The Wind cleaned you with their barbed tongue.

While all the other members of your pride seemed to avoid the river near your lands, Gon’ With The Wind enjoyed swimming playfully for hours each day, always returning with sopping wet fur. You had to admit, it was pretty impressive to watch her dive under the water, and you could always admire a nice pair of strong muscles at work.

While you were trying to enjoy a nap, Gon’ With The Wind bounced around excitedly, asking you to take her on an adventure. You growled at her to let you sleep for a couple more hours, to which Gon’ With The Wind huffed and mumbled something about how lazy lions are. You would have batted at her, if you weren't so tired.

You find Gon’ With The Wind splayed out near some water, panting heavily and looking generally miserable. She started to complain about how hot it was today, and how she wanted to go play in the snuh. You give her a weird look - it feels great today, and snuh is way too cold to do anything in!

After instructing your lionesses to go out on a hunt, Gon’ With The Wind walked up to you and looked offended at your inability to hunt your own meal. You explained that the females of the pride are the ones who kill prey and provide for the pride. Gon’ With The Wind turns up her nose and struts away, muttering under her breath about "useless males" and "outdated societal norms". What?

Gon’ With The Wind looks at you with a puzzled expression and asks what a "zoo" is. You scoff, telling her to go ask her real father instead.

Gon’ With The Wind seemed down today. When you asked her what was wrong, she looked up at you with sadness in her eyes and asked why everyone treats her so differently.






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