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Belongs to Blasphemy's Pride
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-- Amathomancy

"G7 9VIT INK DUNT NShR CHART"

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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 11 real life days.
Lion Stats
Experience
12244 / 100 (100%)
Level 1
Strength 46 Speed 34
Stamina 38 Smarts 44
Agility 45 Skill 22
Born With: Unknown Total Stats: 229
Lion Currents
Age 9 years old
Hunger
10%
Mood
100%
Sex Female
Pose Good
Personality
Lazy (Snarky)

Adult Stage
Newborn Stage 100%
Young Cub Stage 100%
Cub Stage 100%
Adolescent Stage 100%
Adult Stage 53.846153846154%
Elder Stage 0%
Breeding Info
Father Nihilist Blues (Deceased) Mother Cartomancy View Full Heritage
Last Bred 12 days ago Fertility Low View All Cubs Bred (1)
Appearance Markings
Base Chartreux (Ink Skin) Slot 1: Vitiligo 1 (65%) Tier 2
Slot 2: Vitiligo 2 (48%) Tier 2
Slot 3: Vitiligo 3 (63%) Tier 2
Slot 4: Vitiligo 4 (42%) Tier 2
Slot 5: Vitiligo 5 (64%) Tier 2
Slot 6: Vitiligo 6 (57%) Tier 2
Slot 7: Vitiligo 7 (72%) Tier 2
Slot 8: Vitiligo 8 (14%) Tier 2
Slot 9: Vitiligo 9 (21%) Tier 2
Slot 10: Noctis Shaded Rosette (100%) Tier 4
Genetics Black Light Countershaded Rare
Eyes Dunt
Mane Type Incubus
Mane Color Sterling
Mutation None
Marking Slots
10
Equipped Decorations
Big Frozen Waterfall

Above
Smoke
Snow Flurries
Expression: Sadistic
Resurrection
Whispering Glow
Mark of the Abyss
Pentacle Wristband
Grace of the Lich
Purring Maine Coon
Scorched Stones

Below
Ash-Covered Scorched Forest
Back Fog
Foggy Aura
Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts 79 Successful Hunts 78 Success Rate 98%


Biography


a m a t h o m a n c y

divination using ashes


Smoke suffocates your lungs and ash clings to your fur, the cinders underfoot scorch your paws and the heat at your back intensifies. Your desperate attempt to escape the wildfire draws near an end as you stumble, weakened and dazed.

That's when you see her. A ghost in the smoke. An angel in the Ashlands. Her eyes, her wings, her paws, they burn cold. She beckons you forward and forges a path through the fire, embers smoldering and extinguishing in her wake, wings beating back the flames that you might follow her, unharmed, out of the forest.

You return to consciousness in the ruins left in the fires wake. Your breath a rasping wheeze, your fur singed, but otherwise unharmed. There is no lioness in sight.







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