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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗

"Not to be Named"

This lioness will come into heat in 7 days.

Lion Stats
Experience	19969 / 44000 (45%)
Level	21
Strength	111	Speed	120
Stamina	105	Smarts	110
Agility	124	Skill	124
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	694

Lion Currents
Age	8 years, 2 months old
Hunger	80%
Mood	60%
Sex	Female
Pose	Neutral
Personality	Down-to-Earth (Neutral)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Unknown	Mother	Unknown	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	More than 20 days ago	Fertility	Good (80%)	View All Cubs Bred (1)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Demiurge (Tan Skin)	Slot 1: Steele Pelage (21%) Tier 2 Slot 4: Nimravus White (100%) Tier 6 Slot 6: Vagabond Mottled Fissures (100%) Tier 3 Slot 7: Outlaw Feline (100%) Tier 3 Slot 8: Outlaw Cheetah (100%) Tier 3 Slot 10: White Gentle Unders (100%) Tier 1
Genetics	Black Medium Solid Special
Eyes	Black
Mane Type	Heavy
Mane Color	Green
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

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Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	412	Successful Hunts	412	Success Rate	100%

Biography
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗 The Warden rarely speaks, there is little to say, but in the depths of the prison alone, other than her unwilling charges, there is plenty of time for thought. Thoughts of duty, purpose, morality, life, death. One would not expect such an intimidating lion to be philosophically minded but when you spend so much time alone, the best person to talk to becomes yourself. With yourself there is no need for idle chatter, no forced conversation or guessing games. There are only your own personal truths. ~ Tabbs (#60405) The Warden clinks when she walks--every time she shifts, it almost sounds like bells, or wind chimes, but neither is as ominous as the sound of her steel tokens gently tapping against each other. Even when the rest of her coming is as silent as a frozen night, the metal foretells her arrival. She smells faintly of sulphur. ~ lumes (bergamot) \| SShR Bast (#241404)

Biography

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗
The Warden rarely speaks, there is little to say, but in the depths of the prison alone, other than her unwilling charges, there is plenty of time for thought. Thoughts of duty, purpose, morality, life, death. One would not expect such an intimidating lion to be philosophically minded but when you spend so much time alone, the best person to talk to becomes yourself. With yourself there is no need for idle chatter, no forced conversation or guessing games. There are only your own personal truths. ~ Tabbs (#60405)
The Warden clinks when she walks--every time she shifts, it almost sounds like bells, or wind chimes, but neither is as ominous as the sound of her steel tokens gently tapping against each other. Even when the rest of her coming is as silent as a frozen night, the metal foretells her arrival. She smells faintly of sulphur. ~ lumes (bergamot) |
SShR Bast (#241404)

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