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Belongs to Serin's Pride
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Confession

"G2

Tckd

This lioness gave birth in the past two years. She is on a breeding cool down and will be breedable again in 10 real life days.

Lion Stats
Experience	3719 / 11000 (33%)
Level	11
Strength	37	Speed	35
Stamina	49	Smarts	56
Agility	81	Skill	23
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	281

Lion Currents
Age	9 years, 6 months old
Hunger	16%
Mood	90%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Grumpy (Evil)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	HH Newbie (Deceased)	Mother	cotton root bark !! (Deceased)	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	13 days ago	Fertility	Low	View All Cubs Bred (0)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Maroon (Pink Skin)	Slot 2: Black Brindle (4%) Tier 1 Slot 7: Gold Ghost Feralis (20%) Tier 6
Genetics	Red Light Countershaded Rare
Eyes	Clay
Mane Type	Hellraiser
Mane Color	Sidereal
Mutation	Piebald (Ticked)
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Setting Sun Above Simple Leg Jewelry [Silver] Tefnut's Flower

Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	91	Successful Hunts	89	Success Rate	97%

Biography
"I don't know what you want from me," Serin sighs, dejected. He's a weak king. He's lucky she tolerates him. "I don't know what to tell you." She huffs, back turned. The flower he'd brought for her- thinking, after catching her admiring similar ones earlier, that she would appreciate some to keep- sits rejected on the ground beside her. One of the petals had fallen loose, despite his best efforts at carrying it gently. "Don't think a flower is all it takes for me to consider you my lover." "I didn't expect that- just-" The hurt in Serin's voice makes her falter, for a moment. "I just thought you'd like it. Sorry" Tail tucked between his legs a bit, head hung heavily on his shoulders, he pads away and leaves her to herself. All things considered, he is kind of handsome when he sulks away like that. She picks the flower up gently with a soft muzzle, and rests it between her paws. The petals are quite nice to look at, too.

Biography

"I don't know what you want from me," Serin sighs, dejected. He's a weak king. He's lucky she tolerates him.

"I don't know what to tell you." She huffs, back turned. The flower he'd brought for her- thinking, after catching her admiring similar ones earlier, that she would appreciate some to keep- sits rejected on the ground beside her. One of the petals had fallen loose, despite his best efforts at carrying it gently. "Don't think a flower is all it takes for me to consider you my lover."

"I didn't expect that- just-" The hurt in Serin's voice makes her falter, for a moment. "I just thought you'd like it. Sorry"

Tail tucked between his legs a bit, head hung heavily on his shoulders, he pads away and leaves her to herself.

All things considered, he is kind of handsome when he sulks away like that. She picks the flower up gently with a soft muzzle, and rests it between her paws. The petals are quite nice to look at, too.

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