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Belongs to Ariapahoe's Pride
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Tyranny (C)

This lioness gave birth in the past two years. She is on a breeding cool down and will be breedable again in 6 real life days.

Lion Stats
Experience	1339 / 7040 (19%)
Level	9
Strength	11	Speed	11
Stamina	12	Smarts	12
Agility	17	Skill	18
Total Stats:		81

Lion Currents
Age	12 years, 3 months old
Hunger	0%
Mood	48%
Sex	Female
Pose	Evil
Personality	Awkward (Neutral)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Unknown	Mother	Unknown	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	17 days ago	Fertility	Very Low	View All Cubs Bred (1)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Brimstone (Pink Skin)	Slot 1: Shard Hyena Blots Heavy (100%) Tier 3 Slot 3: Under Cream 6 (64%) Tier 0 Slot 5: Henna Cowl (52%) Tier 0
Genetics	Red Medium Countershaded Special
Eyes	Tan
Mane Type	Scarce
Mane Color	Sundust
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Dark Forest Above Witch Outfit Set [Back] Triskelion Pentacle Wristband Lich Eyes Lich Essence Flame Accents - Lich [Tail] Shamanic Death Mittens Scar: Anklebiter Scar: Hind Leg Left Scar: Hind Leg Right Scar: Tail Flame Accents - Lich [Paws] Crystal Set

Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	34	Successful Hunts	34	Success Rate	100%

Biography
The lioness licks her many-scarred paw, somehow her grace makes you feel uneasy rather than at peace. A blue fiery glow emanates from her claws, mouth, and eyes. Potions, herbs, crystals, and spiritual jewelry litter every part of her stained body. She meets your gaze, licking a spot of blood off her upper lip. You can't tell if the gleam in her eyes is one of inviting or one of hunger... Your stomach tightens as she stands to her feet and stretches, an apathetic calm over her entire form. You want nothing more than to get away from her as she walks towards you. "I'm Tyranny," She introduces herself, not expecting or caring for your response. A smirk twitches along her maw. "What do you think you're doing here?"

Biography

The lioness licks her many-scarred paw, somehow her grace makes you feel uneasy rather than at peace. A blue fiery glow emanates from her claws, mouth, and eyes. Potions, herbs, crystals, and spiritual jewelry litter every part of her stained body.

She meets your gaze, licking a spot of blood off her upper lip. You can't tell if the gleam in her eyes is one of inviting or one of hunger...

Your stomach tightens as she stands to her feet and stretches, an apathetic calm over her entire form. You want nothing more than to get away from her as she walks towards you.

"I'm Tyranny," She introduces herself, not expecting or caring for your response. A smirk twitches along her maw. "What do you think you're doing here?"

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