Achlys

" Tigon "

Lion Stats
Experience
50044 / 92510 (54%)
Level 30
Strength 187 Speed 216
Stamina 226 Smarts 208
Agility 214 Skill 209
Total Stats: 1260
Lion Currents
Age 15 years, 2 months old
Hunger
0%
Mood
100%
Sex Female
Pose Default
Personality
Distant (Neutral)

Elder Stage
Newborn Stage 100%
Young Cub Stage 100%
Cub Stage 100%
Adolescent Stage 100%
Adult Stage 100%
Elder Stage 100%
Breeding Info
Father Queen Sappho VIII (Deceased) Mother Styx View Full Heritage
Last Bred More than 20 days ago Fertility Very Low (1%) View All Cubs Bred (4)
Appearance Markings
Base Bast (Sandy Skin) Slot 1: Ice Cover (24%) Tier 3
Slot 2: White Eyebrows (59%) Tier 1
Slot 4: Ember Mottled Vents (100%) Tier 3
Slot 6: Noctis Grunge (78%) Tier 3
Slot 9: Feline 6 Maroon (41%) Tier 5
Slot 10: Sunset Feralis (53%) Tier 3
Genetics Golden Medium Countershaded Special
Eyes Lavender
Mane Type Crested
Mane Color Merlot
Mutation Tigon
Marking Slots
10
Equipped Decorations
Witches' Sabbath

Above
Angelic Blessing
Eye of the Fierce Roar
Shadow Serval
Spellbook
Foreground Roots
Will-o'-the-wisps
Zephyr

Below
Petrified Lion
Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts 909 Successful Hunts 909 Success Rate 100%


Biography
ACHLYS HOLY SHIT FIRST HEAT YOU GIVE ME A TEMPORAL, SECOND YOU GIVE ME A GON AND THIRD YOU GIVE ME ANOTHER GON???? I LOVE YOU

Achlys is standing quietly and watching the clouds move over the lands. For some reason this makes your heart skip a beat.

You approached Achlys to groom her, but she just sort of stared at you. She then shuffled awkwardly a bit before going to lay down in her usual spot.

Achlys 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.

You woke up and found a little bird snack waiting in front of your nose. Achlys is resting nearby, with a little smile on her face.

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 Achlys turns up her nose and struts away, muttering under her breath about "useless males" and "outdated societal norms".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





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