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Eudialyte

Self-Absorbed

Lion Stats
Experience	0 / 100 (0%)
Level	1
Strength	38	Speed	53
Stamina	52	Smarts	29
Agility	36	Skill	26
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	234

Lion Currents
Age	6 years, 10 months old
Hunger	79%
Mood	18%
Sex	Male
Pose	Default
Personality	Self-Absorbed (Evil)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Sophie Hatter (Deceased)	Mother	[CLEAN G4] FIIERY/Astral 6mreg (Deceased)	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	N/A	Fertility	N/A	View All Cubs Bred (0)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Copper (Burnt Skin)	Slot 1: Cherry Reverse Vitiligo Mash (63%) Tier 3 Slot 2: White Mirage (66%) Tier 3 Slot 3: Chocolate Wavelet (45%) Tier 1 Slot 4: Nacre Lace (46%) Tier 3 Slot 6: Fuchsia Marbled Unders (84%) Tier 3 Slot 7: Onyx Skull (36%) Tier 1 Slot 9: Onyx Marozi (19%) Tier 1 Slot 10: Onyx Puma (64%) Tier 1
Genetics	Red Light Countershaded Common
Eyes	Tyrian
Mane Type	Sideward
Mane Color	Orchid
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Bloodbath Above Expression: Determination Body Paint: Swirls Harbinger Teeth Antler Tip Necklace Scar: Hip Elephant Tusks Headwrap Kudu Tooth and Bone Necklace Mane Braids [White] Low Legwraps [Dark] Sorcerer Sphinx's Accessories Tusks Headwrap Sigil Amulet: Pestilence Shamanic Tarot: Strength Nirah Fairy Iris Flame Lily Haze of Hell

Lifetime Patrolling Results
Total Patrols	101	Total Stats Gained	195	Total Items Gained	43

Biography
Black-Lored Waxbill: Yara Manticore: Davian Shamanic Tarot of Strength: Achilles Slender-Billed Curlew: Beatrix 〖 ✧ 〗 Oh gods, it's Eudialyte. Spotting you from atop his ledge, he barks out in laughter, before gracefully slinking down the rock. "Well, well, well," he says, looking down at you smugly. "If it isn't the little whelp, come to talk with dear Eudialyte. I suppose you want to hear about all of my magnificent feats?" He flexes his paws to show off his sharpened claws, giving you a dashing smile. It didn't reach his eyes. Feeling slightly braver with Cinnabar hovering over your shoulder, you puff up your chest and tell him that you'd rather be stuck in a mud pit with a gassy hippo than listen to his far-fetched tales. Eudialyte's face twists in a hideous snarl at that, and yet, even Cinnabar seems to be snickering. In fact, all of the lionesses in the near vicinity seem to be quietly laughing. Eudialyte whips his head around wildly, staring in furious disbelief, before glaring directly at you. Leaning close, he hisses, "You'll pay for that, you revolting housecat." And with that, he stalked out of the den, tail lashing. Lionesses scrambled out of the way, still laughing. Cinnabar taps you on the back with his tail, still smiling, before leading you along. 〖 ✧ 〗 You stumble upon Eudialyte alone in a secluded bushy area. He seemed to be in the middle of practicing cool poses. You stare at each other for a bit before you just...leave him to it. You approach Eudialyte as he cleans his private parts with leg up high. He does not stop when he sees you and you feel awkward when he says your name with his tongue on THAT place. You thought Eudialyte was dutifully trying to catch fish for the pride, but it turned out he was just admiring his reflection. What a buttmunch.

Biography

Black-Lored Waxbill: Yara
Manticore: Davian
Shamanic Tarot of Strength: Achilles
Slender-Billed Curlew: Beatrix

〖 ✧ 〗

Oh gods, it's Eudialyte. Spotting you from atop his ledge, he barks out in laughter, before gracefully slinking down the rock. "Well, well, well," he says, looking down at you smugly. "If it isn't the little whelp, come to talk with dear Eudialyte. I suppose you want to hear about all of my magnificent feats?" He flexes his paws to show off his sharpened claws, giving you a dashing smile. It didn't reach his eyes.

Feeling slightly braver with Cinnabar hovering over your shoulder, you puff up your chest and tell him that you'd rather be stuck in a mud pit with a gassy hippo than listen to his far-fetched tales. Eudialyte's face twists in a hideous snarl at that, and yet, even Cinnabar seems to be snickering. In fact, all of the lionesses in the near vicinity seem to be quietly laughing. Eudialyte whips his head around wildly, staring in furious disbelief, before glaring directly at you.

Leaning close, he hisses, "You'll pay for that, you revolting housecat." And with that, he stalked out of the den, tail lashing. Lionesses scrambled out of the way, still laughing. Cinnabar taps you on the back with his tail, still smiling, before leading you along.

〖 ✧ 〗

You stumble upon Eudialyte alone in a secluded bushy area. He seemed to be in the middle of practicing cool poses. You stare at each other for a bit before you just...leave him to it.

You approach Eudialyte as he cleans his private parts with leg up high. He does not stop when he sees you and you feel awkward when he says your name with his tongue on THAT place.

You thought Eudialyte was dutifully trying to catch fish for the pride, but it turned out he was just admiring his reflection. What a buttmunch.

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