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Belongs to Queen Andromeda's Former Pride

Zombie (76%)

"dirty"

Lion Stats
Experience
16324 / 18590 (87%)
Level 14
Strength 62 Speed 76
Stamina 64 Smarts 67
Agility 63 Skill 52
Born With: Unknown Total Stats: 384
Lion Currents
Age 14 years, 8 months old
Hunger
0%
Mood
100%
Sex Female
Pose Evil
Personality
Upbeat (Kind)

Adult Stage
Newborn Stage 100%
Young Cub Stage 100%
Cub Stage 100%
Adolescent Stage 100%
Adult Stage 97.435897435897%
Elder Stage 0%
Breeding Info
Father Coalix (Deceased) Mother Angel View Full Heritage
Last Bred More than 20 days ago Fertility Low (51%) View All Cubs Bred (4)
Appearance Markings
Base Murk (Lavender Skin) Slot 2: Feline 1 Maroon (65%) Tier 5
Slot 3: Prune Grunge (40%) Tier 3
Slot 4: Locust Inverted Quagga (51%) Tier 3
Slot 5: Onyx Grunge (30%) Tier 3
Slot 9: Noctis Paws (44%) Tier 1
Slot 10: Blood Moon Carving (80%) Tier 3
Genetics Black Medium Countershaded Special
Eyes Demon
Mane Type Scarce
Mane Color Rhodonite
Mutation None
Marking Slots
10
Equipped Decorations
None!
Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts 211 Successful Hunts 211 Success Rate 100%


Biography
Zombie
Roamer of the wasteland

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Zombie was one of the first born cubs of the new king Coal with the Queen Angel.
She was born with an odd green coat neither of her parents bore, disturbed by her odd coloration they christened her "Zombie"

Growing up Zombie was an odd lioness, she had a violent personality and returned after every hunt with a mangled and broken carcass, nearly inedible. Though just to be belived as her young age and inexperience. However, neglegent ignorance only gets you so far.

Her odd behaviors and routine continued into adulthood, until eventually she started bringing home other large cats, cheetahs, leopards- Anything. At this point the pride began becoming uneasy- however nothing could be done, its not another lion afterall, right?

Until one cold october, when she dragged the mangled corpse of another lion into the den, her blood still warm and dripping from her jaws.
It was then it was decided.
The very next day, Coal himself and his loyal subordinate Rhode forcefully dragged Zombie, thrashing and snarling, to the very edges of their territory and even further, until reaching the uninhabitable wastelands, there they left her, chasing her deep into the winding, disorienting plains.

There she now roams, starting fights with anything that'll move. Large wounds marring her once beautiful green coat with sickening reds and browns, giving her the illusion of being the walking undead, a Zombie.





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