Maxim

Maxim 2319 is sitting in the rain, staring intently at his paws. The lightning flashes and he looks somehow dashing despite being soaked. How does he do that?
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Current Goal: https://www.lioden.com/wardrobe.php?c=gBSs2lJ1_F
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Changed personality to Stoic from Loner
Changed Mane to Phantom (From Ardor)
Changed Eyes to Drongo (From Pink)
Changed Base to Shard (From Sorrel)
Removed Slot 1: Onyx Vitiligo
Applied Slot 1: Fiery Belly
Removed Slot 3: Ebony Okapi
Removed Slot 8: Henna Zebra
Removed Slot 14: White Tips
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To Do:
Apply Fiery Rumble - Slot 4
Apply Fiery Blemish - Slot 5
Apply Fiery Squabble - Slot 2
Apply Fiery Scraped Grunge - Slot 3
Change Opacity Slot 12: Maofelis Onyx (48%) to 100%
Apply MoD: Ticked (Trade it?) ?
Remove Markings 6&9 (nice)
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I have wasted the following items on Maxim:
12 egg yolk
26 kudu horn
5 small torts
3 Fluffy Bunny
2 croc eggs
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Born with 2319 stats
What to do... what to do...
Finished training @ 1yr 5mo
2 Years 2447 stats
Patrol... Patrol... Patrol...
2 Years 6 Months 2557 stats
3 Years 2630 stats
3 Years 6 Months 2672 stats (CRY)
Total Patrols: 105 /Total Stats Gained: 206 (You've got to be kidding me)
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Everett wakes me early. I hear his elbows creak as he leans down and nips my ear. Just a few more minutes I tell him. Mother giggles as he gently grabs my scruff and begins dragging me from the caves. I groan. I can feel he is trying to stifle a smile. He drops me near the entry. The sun is hardly up and we are already setting out to explore? At least it isn't raining...

1 Year 5 months
Everett and I were out patrolling today when I realized the heavy footfall that is usually right behind me had disappeared... I had lost him. The sun was high in the sky. We had just left the waterhole. He shouldn't be far... Right? I retrace my steps until I find him. Ugh, Everett... He's sprawled out in the tall grass, squashing it down. I sit down next to him, his mane wavers in the gentle breeze. Everett sighs and tells me he's about to tell me something important. I turn to look at him. He hasn't even opened his eyes... But I've never heard this concerned tone before... Everett groans and sits. He explains that my twin 'brothers' Cain and Abel seem like they might be troublesome to the pride. He explains that they are not nearly as strong as me or our King, but he can't shake the feeling. He says that he hopes they outgrow their mischievous impulses but is worried they may be able to cause troubles. I don't know exactly what troubles he means. But I will need to be aware. The twins have always been rambunctious. Not much younger than myself. With there being only a handful of adolescent males in the tribe, one would think we would all be friends. But they have each other, and I would rather keep out of trouble.

1 Year 10 Months
Father has given me permission to attend the battles. Intense. These lions are many times stronger than me. But I am learning from them. I have yet to need to fight another lion so savagely. Hopefully I never have the need to. Everett tells me I will soon begin patrolling by myself and tells me it is more than likely I will need to fend off rouge lions as well as teach the next batch of submales for the kingdom.

2 Years
The king wakes me. It is the day, he softly chants in my ear as he gently shakes me. I groan and stretch. Father is literally the only lion of the pride large enough to move me with a single paw. He assures me that I will soon be stronger than he is. I don't know about that. But what I DO know is that I have to take those two annoying brats out patrolling. Everett insists that I must take Cain and Abel separately. I will, I'm sure that their antics is more than one lion could ever handle. I stand and stretch again before heading to the entrance of the cave. The sun is just coming up. The grass still wet with dew, the boys squabble for a few moments before Abel lets out a shriek. No doubt he has lost the sparring match. Confirmed only moments later when Cain goes zooming past me. Sigh.

2 Years 1 Month
Father approaches me. He looks tired, I ask if something is bothering him. He says no, actually the opposite. He tells me that my brothers won't be so bothersome to me now. They are now two more amongst my large group of sisters. I'm surprised by this but can honestly say I am a little relieved. Father anticipates what I'm about to ask. There will be other little brothers father assures me. Stronger little brothers. He tells me that I should focus on becoming as strong as I can in the meantime.

2 Years, 6 Months
I encounter mother and her hunting squad while out patrolling today. They had just settled on a target in a group of zebras on the edges of a watering hole and were discussing the best way to separate it from the group then finish off the creature when I greet them. I've known these lionesses since I was a tiny cub, and they always seem glad to see me. Today especially so.
Why did I agree to this? He looked A LOT smaller when I was sitting amongst the huntresses. I hear its thundering footsteps behind me, it lets out a low grumble that I can feel in my chest as I sprint through the brushlands. Oh zeesh, don't trip, don't trip. I run as fast as my legs can carry me as a very angry elephant trumpets and chases me towards the waiting lionesses. I hope mom and Hera know what they're doing. I see a flash of fur in the grass as I pass by and the elephant roars again, angry, but more, pain. I look back and see the beast has stopped in its tracks and is now trying to fight them off its back. I'm sure they could have finished it off if I hadn't come back, but it definitely went a lot faster with me there. Ugh... Now I'm tired.

3 Years
I worry for father... I have known for many seasons that he is not truly my father.. but what else do you call the one who raises you? Anyways... Hera passed just over a season ago and he just... hasn't been quite the same. Everyone fell into a depression over the loss of the Prides most accomplished huntress and Kingmother. Hera was brought to the pride by Grandpaw Musket himself. Each member of the pride felt her love and wisdom every moment in her presence. My own mother hunted with her for nearly their entire lives. Practically sisters... The pride decorated rocks with dyes we made from flowers and we laid her to rest in the flowery field just outside the caves. Father has been solemn since. Everett is constantly checking on him. Hardly able to see now, I continuously ask Everett what I might be able to do to help him or Father. Everett tells me he just needs. time... I hope he's right. Everett has taught me well, but compared to him, my wisdom is miniscule. He has seen every blade of grass in the territory. He has drunk from every pond and stream and stalked every type of creature on these lands. When he looks to the sky, I swear the stars speak to him. Compared to Everett, I am still just a foolish cub. I can only hope I can absorb just a fraction of his wisdom.

3 years, 3 months
Everett is gone... Father's depression has just begun to lessen and now this... Father and I brought him to the meadows and prepared his grave. The pride painted his rocks brilliant shades of reds and yellows. The Prince of the Pride. Father says he is now back with his father, mother and mentor among the stars. The skies have been overcast lately... Hopefully soon I can look for his star in the sky.

3 Years, 6 months
It's getting late.. As I pad back towards the caves, I find father a little way into the forest at the end of the meadows. What is he doing all the way out here? Maybe he was waiting for me to return from patrolling? I don't know. But, I couldn't resist the impulse to crouch down in the tall grasses and start to stalk him. I should have known better; the Old Man has the most fine-tuned ears. He laughs as he wrestles me to the ground. I haven't heard him laugh like that in a couple seasons now. I surrender and roll away before he sits down on me. He swats me and flops into the grass besides me. The stars are trying to shine through the waning light of the sun. It's a new moon, so they will be brilliant tonight. Father sighs, I turn my head to look at him but he's already sitting up. Confused, I reflexively stand. I ask Father what is wrong. He says he worries for the pride. While our numbers are not dwindling, he tells me he worries for the future of what will be produced by the pride.
After a brief moment, He asks me if I knew that he was not the son of our last king, Musket. I had no idea. I had somewhat assumed that Father was chosen because he was the more capable sibling. I hadn't realized he was completely unrelated. Father tells me the history of the pride. How the first King, Musket, was worried about the neighboring prides. They were all so incredibly powerful. They often raided our lands, how they took our prey, killed the adolescents and kidnapped our cubs. He needed to find a way to not only strengthen the cubs but also bolster the population. Old King Musket's plan was to find powerful lionesses that were not needed in their pride. He paid a pretty penny for many of his harem. Including his mother, Hera and my own mother, Athena. Father tells me that he was born very close to the end of King Musket's rein, in fact, besides Everett, he was the only heir ever produced by the First King. His wife Eos passed many, many moons ago. Many years before, Musket had asked Everett to be king. But Everett declined. He knew he wasn't going to be the right King. The pride that King Musket had collected became larger every day. They needed a strong king. A young king would do just fine if backed by Everett and Courage.
Father then pauses a moment before telling me that his mother named him Ares. He took the title of MeowyMeower from his Father, Musket. He sighs.. I look over to him as he continues to speak. He asks if I know he isn't my father. I nod but tell him that he's still technically my father because he raised me. He smiles and lets out a chuckle. And says, probably to himself, he has nothing to worry about. Father sighs again. But it's different... Relaxed. He looks to the sky; the stars are already brilliant. I hardly see him raise his paw to swat me once more before turning on his heels and charging back towards the caves. Damn, he's fast.

3 Years, 9 Months
I took Sly to patrol today. His mother passed me on her way out of the caves to tell me he will be waiting in the cave entry for me. I thank her. She is quite the skilled hunter, I don't want my expectations to be too high, but since he also was born with a type of Primal mutation, he should be quite strong.
After a long day of patrolling with Sly, we return to the caves, father is waiting for me outside. I dismiss the adolescent and he pads back into the caves. Father turns and walks a little bit out into the fields. He tells me that my mother bore another male cub today. He expects me to train my brother to be just as strong as I am. Brother? I had no clue mother would bear another litter in her advanced age. I assure father that I will do my best. It wasn't until later that night I began to wonder why it was exactly father asked this of me.