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Belongs to Rowann's Former Pride

Doptera

Lion Stats
Experience	5569 / 18590 (29%)
Level	14
Strength	51	Speed	43
Stamina	51	Smarts	34
Agility	36	Skill	29
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	244

Lion Currents
Age	15 years, 3 months old
Hunger	0%
Mood	100%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Timid (Snarky)

Elder Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Aslan'sRenegade (Deceased)	Mother	Nectarine (Deceased)	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	More than 20 days ago	Fertility	Very Low (18%)	View All Cubs Bred (1)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Dark Brown (Black Skin)	Slot 1: Cimmerian Shell (35%) Tier 1 Slot 2: Ivory Lace (18%) Tier 3 Slot 8: Haliotis Mesh (94%) Tier 3 This lion has 1 marking hidden on the following slot: 11
Genetics	Black Medium Solid Common
Eyes	Demon
Mane Type	Normal
Mane Color	Styx
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Above Great Auk Head Wings [Black] Ascension Night Heron Réunion Ibis Red Rail Réunion Sheldgoose Black-Lored Waxbill Mascarene Teal Black-Necked Grebe Common Raven [1] Slender-Billed Curlew Mauritius Blue Pigeon Below Seychelles Parakeet Blue Crane

Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	157	Successful Hunts	156	Success Rate	99%

Biography
Wife/main mate of Runann. Can be pretty distant, but her love is true. Enough. Always seems to be surrounded by birds, can be heard whispering and muttering to then if you listen close enough. "Ptera! Come here." Her ears flicked towards her husband's voice before settling. It's not that she wanted to ignore him. She did enjoy his company. However . . . The bird on her paw, a little Black-lored Waxbill, chirped loudly. She paused, tree of thought lost, and let out a snort of amusement. "Well don't say that aloud!" She shook her head

Biography

Wife/main mate of Runann. Can be pretty distant, but her love is true. Enough. Always seems to be surrounded by birds, can be heard whispering and muttering to then if you listen close enough.

"Ptera! Come here." Her ears flicked towards her husband's voice before settling. It's not that she wanted to ignore him. She did enjoy his company. However . . . The bird on her paw, a little Black-lored Waxbill, chirped loudly. She paused, tree of thought lost, and let out a snort of amusement.
"Well don't say that aloud!" She shook her head

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