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Belongs to Salathiell's Pride
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Wia'cyra

"— cyradas ii"

This lioness will come into heat in 8 days.

Lion Stats
Experience	0 / 100 (0%)
Level	1
Strength	15	Speed	12
Stamina	13	Smarts	13
Agility	11	Skill	5
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	69

Lion Currents
Age	8 years, 7 months old
Hunger	40%
Mood	49%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Evasive (Neutral)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Kohler (Deceased)	Mother	Wia'dras	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	More than 20 days ago	Fertility	Low	View All Cubs Bred (1)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Nacarat (Peach Skin)	Slot 1: Chert Panther (61%) Tier 2 Slot 3: Bone Inverted Zebra (80%) Tier 2 Slot 7: Almond Crackle (24%) Tier 2 Slot 8: Almond Underfelt (81%) Tier 2
Genetics	Golden Medium Countershaded Rare
Eyes	Terracotta
Mane Type	Royal
Mane Color	Pearl
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Mud River Above Embedded Chain Event Scar: Turbulent Muddy Roots Scar: Nose Ridge

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

Biography
Submale of the Sunless Place he/him ;; submale ;; cyradas ii "Now, now, how'd you get here?" Cyradas laughs a bit, his gaze maddened. "No, no, go on. I want to see what gets you first; the King, or his entourage." "Me? I keep an eye on the Valley for the King," Cyradas's tail lashes a bit. "It gets emptier and emptier every year." "I dug my own grave," Cyradas shudders. "I wouldn't recommend it. Not with Geledras's whelp sobbing and begging the entire time. Damn, I should've made him dig it..." "I've long stopped caring about how other lions perceive me," Cyradas tilts his head upwards, showing off his neck. "Once you've seen enough Whispers... You stop really caring about what the mortal shell looks like. The soul underneath is so much more accurate." Notes text

Biography

Submale of the Sunless Place
he/him ;; submale ;; cyradas ii

"Now, now, how'd you get here?" Cyradas laughs a bit, his gaze maddened. "No, no, go on. I want to see what gets you first; the King, or his entourage."

"Me? I keep an eye on the Valley for the King," Cyradas's tail lashes a bit. "It gets emptier and emptier every year."

"I dug my own grave," Cyradas shudders. "I wouldn't recommend it. Not with Geledras's whelp sobbing and begging the entire time. Damn, I should've made him dig it..."

"I've long stopped caring about how other lions perceive me," Cyradas tilts his head upwards, showing off his neck. "Once you've seen enough Whispers... You stop really caring about what the mortal shell looks like. The soul underneath is so much more accurate."

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