♜Ptolemaea♜

low st | combo base factor | G3 | he/him

will be frozen around 14 yrs.

Added guardian mane
Added atlas hyena blots scarce- slot 9, 80%
Replaced coral skin with white
Adjust opacity jacana rugged unders- slot 2, 74%
Adjust opacity guardian crackle- slot 10, 89%

topaz x cherry b, fiery, fulvous, or sulfur = citrus base [hexaplex combo factor]

pennyroyal + ferus stud
results:
-Goridhe ferus, Azrailr [ to be kinged by #198328 ]

started with around 197st, almost 300 now.
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[Summarized]
Mae was accepted into the pride under Marina's leadership, found as an adolescent at the territory outskirts and brought into their ranks when it became clear he had no memory of where he came from. While Marina herself was happy to make accommodations for him, fitting in proved intensely difficult as time wore on- his teeth were quite a sight to begin with, but quickly they grew out of control, and as he gained height traversing the pride's warren of dens proved too difficult. These factors led to isolation, and in turn very poor sociability.
Upon reaching adulthood he quickly distanced himself from the pride, called elsewhere and eager to leave. It didn't take long for him to realize an alarming call for violence within himself, traversing beyond the peace of Marina's sanctum. It was especially so strong towards humans. A long series of uncontrollable rampages found him stumbling back toward his adopted home, withered emotionally and with a baby caracal in tow that he just couldn't shake- Perhaps somewhere in his dulled heart, he didn't want to.
They arrived to the ruins of Marina's monarchy, devastated in his absence and now ruled by a strange piebald who called himself the Prophet of Angels, the Apocalypse Thesis.

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Presently Mae now mostly isolates by choice, still keeping distance but hanging near the new pride slowly developing over his previous one. He travels often and is never seen without the caracal cub he accidentally adopted, Littlefang. This company at least guarantees he isn't completely alone with himself, despite the language barrier of Littlefang's selective mutism. He's very intense and rough around the edges, easily agitated and terrifyingly intuitive. It's believed he has a strong bond to the ancestors, though he shows only minor interest in shamanism.