#794187683130
Belongs to T'Challa's Former Pride

Milo, the Werewolf

"BDSS|FIRST nadir w mott stripe"

Lion Stats
Experience	35280 / 3960 (100%)
Level	7
Strength	55	Speed	29
Stamina	38	Smarts	39
Agility	39	Skill	3
Total Stats:		203

Lion Currents
Age	14 years old
Hunger	0%
Mood	100%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Mischievous (Evil)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Europa II (Deceased)	Mother	Artemis	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	14 days ago	Fertility	Very Low	View All Cubs Bred (5)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Nadir (Black Skin)	Slot 1: Black Quarter Spotting (38%) Tier 1 Slot 4: Ember Mottled Vents (37%) Tier 3 Slot 5: Feline 6 Elysian (51%) Tier 5 Slot 8: Mottled Stripes (68%) Tier 5 Slot 10: Sunset Feralis (33%) Tier 3
Genetics	Black Dark Solid Special
Eyes	Blue
Mane Type	Diabolic
Mane Color	Merlot
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
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Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	0	Successful Hunts	0	Success Rate	0%

Biography
Milo asks you why you wrestle with lionesses so much. You tell them it's...good exercise…yeah. That. You couldn't help but wonder why everyone seemed to be snickering at you today. Is there something on your face? Milo looks a little too innocent. You went up to munch more on a carcass you started eating yesterday. As you bite in, a spider suddenly scurried out of a hole in it! You heard Milo, the Werewolf cackle nearby. Thanks for the heart attack. You walk by the sleeping Milo, the Werewolf unsuspectingly, when she sticks out one paw in front of yours. You trip and fall on your snout. Yikes!

Biography

Milo asks you why you wrestle with lionesses so much. You tell them it's...good exercise…yeah. That.

You couldn't help but wonder why everyone seemed to be snickering at you today. Is there something on your face? Milo looks a little too innocent.

You went up to munch more on a carcass you started eating yesterday. As you bite in, a spider suddenly scurried out of a hole in it! You heard Milo, the Werewolf cackle nearby. Thanks for the heart attack.

You walk by the sleeping Milo, the Werewolf unsuspectingly, when she sticks out one paw in front of yours. You trip and fall on your snout. Yikes!

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