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Belongs to Parasite's Former Pride

Musca

"Cursed Forest"

Lion Stats
Experience
18539 / 48510 (38%)
Level 22
Strength 109 Speed 118
Stamina 116 Smarts 130
Agility 145 Skill 143
Total Stats: 761
Lion Currents
Age 15 years, 7 months old
Hunger
0%
Mood
100%
Sex Female
Pose Kind
Personality
Cuddly (Good)

Elder Stage
Newborn Stage 100%
Young Cub Stage 100%
Cub Stage 100%
Adolescent Stage 100%
Adult Stage 100%
Elder Stage 100%
Breeding Info
Father Sorin (Deceased) Mother Shivani (Deceased) View Full Heritage
Last Bred 23 days ago Fertility Low View All Cubs Bred (0)
Appearance Markings
Base Gray (Tan Skin) Slot 1: White Undershine (100%) Tier 3
Slot 3: Lilac Beard (58%) Tier 3
Slot 5: Proteles Heavy Onyx (100%) Tier 3
Slot 7: Under Cream 7 (7%) Tier 0
Slot 8: Celestial Speckles (62%) Tier 3
Slot 9: Feralis Noctis (100%) Tier 6
Slot 10: Marigold Back Hair (23%) Tier 1
Genetics Black Dark Countershaded Common
Eyes Richat
Mane Type Normal
Mane Color Styx
Mutation None
Marking Slots
10
Equipped Decorations
Unholy Ground

Above
War Paint: Ravage
Essence of Pestilence
Leg Wraps
Vual's Hood
Vulture Leg Bands
Lich Eyes
Sigil Amulet: Pestilence
Shadow Canine
Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts 530 Successful Hunts 530 Success Rate 100%


Biography
Those swamps are... creepy, very creepy. The smell is horrible here, the fumes that come from this dead land. Among the tall and slimy grasses, you stumble accross a lion-like creature. Her eyes are glowing, green drool drips from her mouth, she is wearing wet soft bark and flies are buzzing around her. The lioness stops and a shadow jumps out of her leaving the feline body completely frozen in place. The shadow dog hops its way to you, leaving a faint smoke trail on its way. What are these creatures ? Just as if she heard you, the lioness speaks up, well actually it's not her but the shadow that talks to you.

'Oh, what is that ? Some fresh meat venturing in the dark forest.' The dog bursts out laughing. 'You poor innocent soul, how are you still alive ?' Its mouth is distorted by the large smile on its face.

Unable to react, you stand here and watch it. You watch in horror as long and uneven teeth grow out of its horrible mouth. The dog walks to you, as quiet as death, as light as air. Its face is a few inches away from yours now, the slight wind blows the smoke to your eyes and nose.

'Say, how bad do you want to live ?' the dog whispers before letting out an evil chuckle.

Are you running or do you try to attack ?

decors :
mossy branch mushroom colony



Heritage
No cubs





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