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Belongs to Bjørn 🏹's Former Pride

Nyx 🐅

"❦☪✦ - Tigon, Elysian"

Lion Stats
Experience	0 / 100 (0%)
Level	1
Strength	3	Speed	3
Stamina	3	Smarts	3
Agility	3	Skill	1
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	16

Lion Currents
Age	15 years, 8 months old
Hunger	0%
Mood	100%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Sarcastic (Snarky)

Elder Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Rosalind (Deceased)	Mother	Persephone 🐅	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	More than 20 days ago	Fertility	Very Low (1%)	View All Cubs Bred (4)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Elysian (Marbled Skin)	Slot 1: Shell Underfur (81%) Tier 1 Slot 3: Ivory Lace (19%) Tier 3 Slot 4: Guardian Crackle (78%) Tier 3 Slot 8: Feline 9 Ebony (52%) Tier 5 Slot 9: Ice Crackle (42%) Tier 3
Genetics	Black Dark Countershaded Special
Eyes	Pink
Mane Type	Savage
Mane Color	Divine
Mutation	Tigon
Marking Slots	10

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Above Angelic Blessing

Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	0	Successful Hunts	0	Success Rate	0%

Biography
⭐️ Nyx ⭐️ ⭐️ Nyx ⭐️ 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. After instructing your lionesses to go out on a hunt, Nyx 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. Nyx turns up her nose and struts away, muttering under her breath about "useless males" and "outdated societal norms". What? Nyx watches you amusedly, and states dryly that she did not know broken feathers were in fashion nowadays. You hastily remove the offending debris from your mane.

Biography

⭐️ Nyx ⭐️

⭐️ Nyx ⭐️ 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.

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 Nyx turns up her nose and struts away, muttering under her breath about "useless males" and "outdated societal norms".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

Nyx watches you amusedly, and states dryly that she did not know broken feathers were in fashion nowadays. You hastily remove the offending debris from your mane.

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