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Blame of the Corpse

"Kin of the mighty Zuora."

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Lion Stats
Cub Training
13%
Level 1
Strength 15 Speed 17
Stamina 19 Smarts 19
Agility 15 Skill 4
Born With: Unknown Total Stats: 89
Lion Currents
Age 1 year, 1 month old
Hunger
25%
Mood
85%
Sex Female
Pose Default
Personality
Timid (Snarky)

Adolescent Stage
Newborn Stage 100%
Young Cub Stage 100%
Cub Stage 100%
Adolescent Stage 8.3333333333333%
Adult Stage 0%
Elder Stage 0%
Breeding Info
Father Zuroa (Deceased) Mother Aquila View Full Heritage
Last Bred Never Fertility High View All Cubs Bred (0)
Appearance Markings
Base Auburn (Burnt Skin) Slot 1: Fallow Shimmer (85%) Tier 0
Slot 3: Merlot Flux (53%) Tier 3
Slot 4: Bone Marbled Unders (59%) Tier 1
Slot 5: Mahogany Sable (15%) Tier 1
Slot 9: Cloudburst Web (17%) Tier 3
Slot 10: Heather Dilution (39%) Tier 1
Genetics Red Dark Countershaded Common
Eyes Black
Mane Type Thick
Mane Color Merlot
Mutation None
Marking Slots
10
Equipped Decorations

Above
Withered Crown - Coral
Biography
"Blame of the corpse, step forward and stand before your elders." The kings voice boomed across camp, carrying to the gathered lions. In the centre, sat a small cub, her clear hazel eyes round and glistening with worry. The cubs mother gently prompted her forward with a paw, giving her an encouraging nod. Timidly, the cub made her way towards the king, her father. "Sit." he commanded, and Blame did so. She was young, but already she had been taught the way of the pride, and to never disobey Zuora. Another lion appeared from the shade of the flower rock, of which the elder council lay, their bodies stretched out to catch the sun on their thick pelts. The new lion drew something from the darkness with his claw. A glorious looking crown, decorated with feathers of ravens and crows and twigs, the remains of a fire that had ripped through the fire just days ago. Zuora took the crown from the other lion, who retreated into the shadows with a grateful nod. "Blame of the corpse, you have reached the age of 4 months, I think it is time you receive your official title. As my kin, you have been voted the princess of our pride." Blame stared up at her father, all previous nerves gone. She felt nothing but awe. Her father bent down and gently placed the scratchy crown upon her head, it fit as well as a lion fits its mane. The rest of the pride began to roar their approval, and Zuora joined in, throwing back his head and calling out to their ancestors for their words. After a mere moment, the heavens opened and rain poured from the now dark grey sky, drenching the gathered lions in water.





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