#794187690331
Belongs to Vermilion Glory's Pride
(View Former Prides)

Cotton Candy

"🪷don’t just exist, live.🪷"

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This lion is immortal! It will not age or get hungry.

Appearance Markings
Base Sorrel (Pink Skin) Slot 1: Rime Reverse Vitiligo Mash (94%) Tier 3
Slot 2: Rime Feline (50%) Tier 3
Slot 3: Cimmerian Shell (63%) Tier 1
Slot 6: Arctic Rogue (53%) Tier 3
Slot 7: Hexaplex Pelt Heavy (83%) Tier 3
Slot 8: Hoarfrost Hyena Unders (41%) Tier 3
Slot 9: Haliotis Feline (50%) Tier 3


This lion has 3 markings hidden on the following slots:
12, 13, 14
Genetics Red Light Countershaded Common
Eyes Arid
Mane Type Thick
Mane Color Cotton Candy
Mutation None
Marking Slots
10
Equipped Decorations
Setting Sun

Above
Tutu Apparel
Tefnut's Flower
Murex Chestwraps: Babelomurex longispinosus
Arum Lily Frog
Interstellar Sphinx Wings [Top]
Morning Light
Windy
Divine Sparkles
Namibian Partridge Aloe

Below
Eared Vernonia
Isihlobane
Purcell's Hunter Slug
Interstellar Sphinx Wings [Bottom]
Biography
A truly divine sight, Cotton Candy is the epitome of elegance and grace. Kind and gentle, this immortal soul guides cubs to their afterlives. Perhaps only a lion as soft and sweet as her is perfectly fit to the job of guiding young and lost cubs to their afterlife. However kind and patient she is, it takes a toll on her seeing so many sad and lonely cubs daily, having to explain to them what’s happened to them, and to share with them the wisdom of being dead.

Cotton Candy died a most honourable death, shielding her pridemate’s cub from a falling stalactite in a cave near the river. She did so without a single doubt, throwing herself over the cub and being imapled by the dangerously pointed and sharp rock. She has the true soul of a mother, not even just a mother but a guardian, willing to give herself up for all who need it.

Besides her job of protecting cub’s souls, she finds solace in coming to greet the kings of her former pride, sharing tongues and sharing wisdom. She greatly enjoys visiting the younger kings, telling them tales and stories of how the lands he rules were at her time. She remembers the scape of this verdant savannah as if it were yesterday, the small streams and caves dotting the rocky scape.





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