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Trist of A'hiri

"My first hybrid"

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

Appearance		Markings
Base	Albino (White Skin)	Slot 1: White Streak (52%) Tier 1 Slot 4: White Luster (100%) Tier 1 Slot 5: Onyx Cheetah Soft (70%) Tier 1 Slot 6: Bone Marbled Underglaze (95%) Tier 1 Slot 7: Fiery Rugged Unders (100%) Tier 3 Slot 10: White Underfur (100%) Tier 1
Genetics	Black Light Solid Common
Eyes	Sunglow
Mane Type	Scarce
Mane Color	Cloudburst
Mutation	Tigon
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Victoria Falls Above Eye of the Youth Angelic Blessing Falling Petals [Rainbow] Below Double Rainbow Shrub Formation [Green] [GE - India - Ganges Delta] Pride of India

Biography
\|Born 09/03/2020\| Trist of A'hiri came up and curled into your side. Just as you both were about to fall asleep, they sneeze. Or at least you think that's what that sound was. Your brain was too busy melting from the cute to know for sure. After instructing your lionesses to go out on a hunt, Trist of A'hiri 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. Trist of A'hiri turns up her nose and struts away, muttering under her breath about "useless males" and "outdated societal norms". What? Trist of A'hiri 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 Trist of A'hiri cleaned you with their barbed tongue.

Biography

|Born 09/03/2020|

Trist of A'hiri came up and curled into your side. Just as you both were about to fall asleep, they sneeze. Or at least you think that's what that sound was. Your brain was too busy melting from the cute to know for sure.

After instructing your lionesses to go out on a hunt, Trist of A'hiri 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. Trist of A'hiri turns up her nose and struts away, muttering under her breath about "useless males" and "outdated societal norms". What?

Trist of A'hiri 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 Trist of A'hiri cleaned you with their barbed tongue.

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