Vasiliki

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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
2109 / 2750 (76%)
Level 6
Strength 40 Speed 82
Stamina 40 Smarts 51
Agility 58 Skill 16
Total Stats: 287
Lion Currents
Age 3 years, 10 months old
Hunger
20%
Mood
100%
Sex Female
Pose Default
Personality
Cold (Evil)

Adult Stage
Newborn Stage 100%
Young Cub Stage 100%
Cub Stage 100%
Adolescent Stage 100%
Adult Stage 14.102564102564%
Elder Stage 0%
Breeding Info
Father Father Myrrh Mother Sakura View Full Heritage
Last Bred 17 days ago Fertility Good View All Cubs Bred (0)
Appearance Markings
Base Deira (Tan Skin) Slot 1: Auburn Quail Flecks (66%) Tier 3
Slot 2: Gregarious Brindle (88%) Tier 3
Slot 3: Royal Rims (14%) Tier 2
Slot 4: Dim Seal (84%) Tier 2
Slot 6: Bloody Scraped Grunge (30%) Tier 3
Slot 7: Fulvous Pelage (7%) Tier 2
Slot 8: Celestial Speckles (8%) Tier 3
Genetics Golden Dark Countershaded Common
Eyes Pink
Mane Type Sideward
Mane Color Ethereal
Mutation None
Marking Slots
10
Equipped Decorations

Above
Scar: Face
Scar: Hip
Meerkat Skull Necklace
Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts 17 Successful Hunts 15 Success Rate 88%


Biography
Daughter of Father Myrrh and Sakura, granddaughter of Rex Orange County Jr

The only daughter of Sakura, a hardened and bitter lioness.

Allies with Isis and Fakir

Seduced Hector, who was caught off guard by her beauty and straight forward personality. His attraction to her dissolved when he saw the cold attitude Vasiliki harbored towards their cubs. Hector couldn't forgive the lioness's clear disinterest in her own cubs she shared with them, even more so for her reasoning.

"These cubs, Hector," she started calmly without meeting his eye, instead closing them in feigned resolve and concentration. "Are not worthy of life in this world."

Hector felt negativity fall over his body like a sticky hot rain on an unbearably humid day in a jungle buzzing with bloodthirsty insects. He stopped breathing for a moment, his ears deafened by the rage he was internally fighting to control. Don't react, he thought to himself, but he knew his face was already contorting in the shock of emotions flooding his body.

Vasiliki went on, this time her battle scarred face leaning toward his. "Face it, Hector. Deep down you agree with me. If you don't want to kill them, I will do it myself."

The piebald king knew the female whom his love was crumbling for in that very moment was testing him for a reaction. She was disappointed her cubs didn't meet her standards of beauty. She was disappointed in herself, too, even if she was unaware. But she was mostly disappointed and disgusted in the male she hated with, and the offspring she had given birth to was far from what she desired. He met her gaze, she flicked her tail expectantly, and Hector let out a deep, grumbling sigh.

"I know you are let down, Vasiliki. Life has been unfair to us all." Hector was gaining clarity. "Maybe this seems unjust to you, but I will not give you authority over these cubs' lives. You lay a single harmful touch to them, and you will be forcibly removed from this pride, and barred from your father's. You will be at the mercy of the scavengers and enemy prides. You will be at the mercy of the elements and the humans, and I will not allow you to return."

Vasiliki snarled in astonishment, but Hector suddenly stood and towered over her. She bared her yellowing teeth and snarled, claws unsheathed. She was incredibly quick, but she was so focused on making a show of aggression to the king that she forgot about her threat to kill her own cubs. In an instant, Hector grabbed one of his cubs and stood over the other, shoving Vasiliki to the ground.

The mother roared, but there were already lions coming to interfere.







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