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Wia'niro

"— kheniro ii"

This lioness will come into heat in 3 days.

Lion Stats
Experience	0 / 100 (0%)
Level	1
Strength	47	Speed	44
Stamina	37	Smarts	58
Agility	41	Skill	5
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	232

Lion Currents
Age	12 years, 11 months old
Hunger	40%
Mood	54%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Cuddly (Good)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	wänderlust (Deceased)	Mother	— broken statue (Deceased)	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	23 days ago	Fertility	Very Low	View All Cubs Bred (0)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Birch (White Skin)	Slot 2: Leonid Smoke (56%) Tier 3 Slot 3: Ivory Unders (95%) Tier 3 Slot 4: Cloudburst Mist (56%) Tier 3 Slot 7: Goridhe Margay (51%) Tier 2 Slot 10: Fuchsia Lace (8%) Tier 3 This lion has 1 marking hidden on the following slot: 11
Genetics	Black Light Solid Common
Eyes	Sunglow
Mane Type	Sideburn
Mane Color	Ebony
Mutation	Piebald (Daedal)
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Mud River Above Scar: Neck Scar: Nose Scratch Ascension Night Heron Slender-Billed Curlew

Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	0	Successful Hunts	0	Success Rate	0%

Biography
Heir of the Sunless Place he/him ;; heir apparent ;; kheniro ii "Bravery gets you nowhere in the Sunless Place," The Heir says with a breathy laugh, his pupils blown wide with excitement. He stalks closer, his hackles raised, his face a twisted caricature of manic delight. "Why don't I show you, oh fair and noble lion?" "I'm the Heir, obviously," He says, looking at you like you're the stupidest person he's ever met. "So what if the King is immortal? I don't actually want to be in charge of this shitstain, I just like the authority." "You reckon Vex will like this?" The Heir shows off a necklace threaded with the bones of tiny animals, with a weasel skull as the centerpiece. "She'd look rather gruesome wearing it, don't you think?" "Ugh, I miss my mane," The Heir licks his chest and lets out a discontented rumble. "I feel so... Naked." Notes text

Biography

Heir of the Sunless Place
he/him ;; heir apparent ;; kheniro ii

"Bravery gets you nowhere in the Sunless Place," The Heir says with a breathy laugh, his pupils blown wide with excitement. He stalks closer, his hackles raised, his face a twisted caricature of manic delight. "Why don't I show you, oh fair and noble lion?"

"I'm the Heir, obviously," He says, looking at you like you're the stupidest person he's ever met. "So what if the King is immortal? I don't actually want to be in charge of this shitstain, I just like the authority."

"You reckon Vex will like this?" The Heir shows off a necklace threaded with the bones of tiny animals, with a weasel skull as the centerpiece. "She'd look rather gruesome wearing it, don't you think?"

"Ugh, I miss my mane," The Heir licks his chest and lets out a discontented rumble. "I feel so... Naked."

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