#794142959355
Belongs to Judicaël's Pride
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Beggin' For A Brick

"Chased - 16 B+CRB, 19 B, 22 Bb"

This lioness gave birth in the past two years. She is on a breeding cool down and will be breedable again in 17 real life days.

Lion Stats
Experience	6123 / 15840 (38%)
Level	13
Strength	60	Speed	38
Stamina	67	Smarts	52
Agility	48	Skill	67
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	332

Lion Currents
Age	13 years, 7 months old
Hunger	0%
Mood	100%
Sex	Female
Pose	Evil
Personality	Distrustful (Evil)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Unknown	Mother	Unknown	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	6 days ago	Fertility	Very Low (29%)	View All Cubs Bred (2)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Ginger (Red Skin)	Slot 1: Fiery Undershine (100%) Tier 3 Slot 4: Feline 7 Noctis (13%) Tier 2 Slot 7: Red Points (44%) Tier 1 Slot 9: Cream Margay (100%) Tier 2 Slot 10: Brown Chest (22%) Tier 0
Genetics	Red Medium Countershaded Common
Eyes	Carnelian
Mane Type	Scarce
Mane Color	Fawn
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Above Embedded Chain Scar: Muzzle Scar: Neck Scar: Nose Ridge

Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	158	Successful Hunts	148	Success Rate	93%

Reverse Breeding Services
This lioness is offering her heat, for a price of 125 SB or 1 GB.
Send with Female Breeding Items:
Required Items:	Nesting Material (6 uses) - Buy from Monkey Business or craft one! Food Bundle - Buy from Monkey Business or Branch Sales! Toy Bundle - Buy from Monkey Business or Branch Sales!
Payment Type:	125 SB 1 GB
Message to Owner:

Nursing Cubs
This lioness is currently nursing the following cubs...
Cub Cub

Biography
Guardian of Those Who Ran She can be reasoned with, but that doesn't mean she trusts you. The pressure around her neck is a constant reminder that trust has a risk. Trust has a cost. When metal bites and pinches, her rage is stoked. Indignation. Hurt. Betrayal. She has worked so very hard to turn those soft, pitiful, angry feelings into something useful. The lionesses she feeds with the power of her body and the strength of her jaws make it easier. They give her a family. They give her anger a purpose. The blood she sheds is not for the ones that hurt her, or even for herself. It’s for them, and it helps. She remembers the soft hands and fleshy faces of the humans who stole her. The taste of the delicate cuts of meat they fed her. She recalls the days when the weight of the metal around her neck was a comfort, and it makes her sick all over again. Almost as sick as their bodies in her belly and strewn around her when their “kindness” ran out and their hands held rods of fire and she could take the pain no longer. She prefers the taste of the antelope she and her sisters take down with hard-earned strength and joint effort. She prefers the moments like this, when she is stalking through the grass, the pain almost forgotten as she focuses on the herd in front of her. She sees her sisters, well hidden in the grass, their stances and gazes locked as hers are, watches as the ear flick of one gives the signal and they all bound forward. Well, all but her. She is brought up short by a scent on the wind, and whips around to see you there, her eyes wild and a snarl on her face. “Interloper! What business do you have in our hunting grounds?” She demands, as the sounds of the hunt behind her continue unimpeded, if a bit less efficient than when she takes her place. It irks her, but her eyes are locked on you. Song Inspiration: Shinedown - KILL YOUR CONSCIENCE

Biography

Guardian of Those Who Ran
She can be reasoned with, but that doesn't mean she trusts you.

The pressure around her neck is a constant reminder that trust has a risk. Trust has a cost. When metal bites and pinches, her rage is stoked. Indignation. Hurt. Betrayal. She has worked so very hard to turn those soft, pitiful, angry feelings into something useful. The lionesses she feeds with the power of her body and the strength of her jaws make it easier. They give her a family. They give her anger a purpose. The blood she sheds is not for the ones that hurt her, or even for herself. It’s for them, and it helps.

She remembers the soft hands and fleshy faces of the humans who stole her. The taste of the delicate cuts of meat they fed her. She recalls the days when the weight of the metal around her neck was a comfort, and it makes her sick all over again. Almost as sick as their bodies in her belly and strewn around her when their “kindness” ran out and their hands held rods of fire and she could take the pain no longer.

She prefers the taste of the antelope she and her sisters take down with hard-earned strength and joint effort. She prefers the moments like this, when she is stalking through the grass, the pain almost forgotten as she focuses on the herd in front of her.

She sees her sisters, well hidden in the grass, their stances and gazes locked as hers are, watches as the ear flick of one gives the signal and they all bound forward.

Well, all but her. She is brought up short by a scent on the wind, and whips around to see you there, her eyes wild and a snarl on her face.

“Interloper! What business do you have in our hunting grounds?” She demands, as the sounds of the hunt behind her continue unimpeded, if a bit less efficient than when she takes her place. It irks her, but her eyes are locked on you.

Song Inspiration: Shinedown - KILL YOUR CONSCIENCE

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