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Belongs to Tiangou, Devourer of the Sun's Pride
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🩸malaika aliyeonja damu🩸

"Fallen Angel Albino BIO"

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This lioness gave birth in the past two years. She is on a breeding cool down and will be breedable again in 6 real life days.
Lion Stats
Experience
4077 / 11000 (37%)
Level 11
Strength 76 Speed 92
Stamina 77 Smarts 98
Agility 98 Skill 19
Born With: Unknown Total Stats: 460
Lion Currents
Age 8 years, 10 months old
Hunger
60%
Mood
100%
Sex Female
Pose Good
Personality
Friendly (Neutral)

Adult Stage
Newborn Stage 100%
Young Cub Stage 100%
Cub Stage 100%
Adolescent Stage 100%
Adult Stage 52.564102564103%
Elder Stage 0%
Breeding Info
Father 💮m i k a💮 (Deceased) Mother Asali (Deceased) View Full Heritage
Last Bred 17 days ago Fertility Low (63%) View All Cubs Bred (0)
Appearance Markings
Base Deira (Black Skin) Slot 2: Dawn Dapple (42%) Tier 3
Slot 4: Noctis Margay (46%) Tier 2
Slot 5: White Belly (68%) Tier 0
Slot 6: Dawn Lace (58%) Tier 3
Slot 7: Dawn Shine (56%) Tier 3
Slot 8: Feline 8 Maroon (56%) Tier 5
Slot 10: Noctis Dapple (20%) Tier 1
Slot 11: Noctis Ends (47%) Tier 1
Genetics Golden Dark Countershaded Common
Eyes Blue
Mane Type Hellraiser
Mane Color Dark Golden
Mutation Achromia
Marking Slots
11
Equipped Decorations
Broken Kingdom

Above
Scar: Front Leg Left
Event Scar: Demonic Sigil
Scar: Tail
Albino Feline Wings [Top]
Event Scar: Pentagram
Scar: Hind Leg Left
Scar: Long Right Eye
Scar: Hind Leg Right
Scar: White Eye Right
Scar: Short Left Eye
Event Scar: Poached
Bloody Teeth
Bloody Claws

Below
Albino Feline Wings [Bottom]
Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts 90 Successful Hunts 90 Success Rate 100%


Biography
(G3/3x Dawn)

And there was nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing…

Nothing she remembered but the taste of blood.

Her mouth and claws stained red, her tongue was rapidly licking upwards to catch every drop of the delicious sanguine liquid that dripped from her maw. She could only taste and smell the metallic scent of blood. She loved it. She stopped frequently as she lapped some more blood from the paws.

Her once beautiful fur was now stained by scars and dried blood. Her wings were tattered by frequent battles.

The mark of demons burned into her forehead and shoulder, she barely felt it.

She didn’t care.

She didn’t care to groom her failing feathers. She could barely fly for long distances. She sought blood, and nothing else.

She had no memory of her past. Whoever cast her out made a good decision. She was free now.

And on the hunt.





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