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Belongs to 𝔸𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕙𝕖𝕝's Pride
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Daemon💀🖤

"Ruddy/Red/Wicked/9M"

Lion Stats
Experience	0 / 100 (0%)
Level	1
Strength	59	Speed	56
Stamina	71	Smarts	68
Agility	56	Skill	41
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	351

Lion Currents
Age	9 years, 5 months old
Hunger	25%
Mood	90%
Sex	Male
Pose	Default
Personality	Unscrupulous (Evil)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Anonymous	Mother	Warm Breeze	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	N/A	Fertility	N/A	View All Cubs Bred (0)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Ruddy (Burnt Skin)	Slot 2: Shard Hyena Blots Heavy (81%) Tier 3 Slot 3: Dim Silver (93%) Tier 2 Slot 4: Feline 5 Ebony (79%) Tier 5 Slot 5: Scoundrel Pelage (54%) Tier 3 Slot 6: Scoundrel Undersides (87%) Tier 3 Slot 7: Blood Moon Mirage (93%) Tier 3 Slot 8: Demonic Rogue (41%) Tier 3 Slot 9: Noctis Undersides (50%) Tier 1 Slot 10: Shard Feline (82%) Tier 3
Genetics	Red Dark Countershaded Common
Eyes	Red
Mane Type	Sideward
Mane Color	Wicked
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Hyena Lair Above Bleeding Heart Event Scar: Ripped Fur Punk Collar Striped Red Stockings [Back] Striped Red Stockings [Front] Snuggling Lioness [Black] Scattered Pebbles [Volcanic] Below Gabbro Boulders Shadow of Samhain

Lifetime Patrolling Results
Total Patrols	170	Total Stats Gained	312	Total Items Gained	79

Biography
He looks just like your gay emo cousin You see Daemon has a dozen fresh scratches on his face and blood dripping down his chin. You decide not to ask what he has been up to. Your paws get weak as you approach Daemon to say hi. He perks up, ready to repeat your last marathon of dozen spars in a row. Uhhhhhhh. As you survey your pride lands before you, Daemon comes to stand next to you. You smell blood on the wind. You notice Daemon💀🖤 focused on a small, still moving bird under his paw. He keeps pulling away feather by feather. You stop in your tracks, deciding to not bother him right now.

Biography

He looks just like your gay emo cousin

You see Daemon has a dozen fresh scratches on his face and blood dripping down his chin. You decide not to ask what he has been up to.

Your paws get weak as you approach Daemon to say hi. He perks up, ready to repeat your last marathon of dozen spars in a row. Uhhhhhhh.

As you survey your pride lands before you, Daemon comes to stand next to you. You smell blood on the wind.

You notice Daemon💀🖤 focused on a small, still moving bird under his paw. He keeps pulling away feather by feather. You stop in your tracks, deciding to not bother him right now.

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