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Belongs to Isharaa's Former Pride

Nyoro

"G1 6BO

Lion Stats
Experience	1806 / 3960 (45%)
Level	7
Strength	17	Speed	21
Stamina	17	Smarts	35
Agility	28	Skill	24
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	142

Lion Currents
Age	15 years, 6 months old
Hunger	0%
Mood	100%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Emotional (Kind)

Elder Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Unknown	Mother	Unknown	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	More than 20 days ago	Fertility	Very Low	View All Cubs Bred (3)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Prune (Clouded Skin)	Slot 4: Noctis Crackle (47%) Tier 2 Slot 6: Bone Rims (47%) Tier 2 Slot 7: Feline 9 Onyx (55%) Tier 2 Slot 9: Feline 9 Noctis (74%) Tier 2 Slot 10: Cream Eyebrows (43%) Tier 1
Genetics	Red Dark Countershaded Rare
Eyes	Maroon
Mane Type	Barbary
Mane Color	Demonic
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Clean Lake Above Scar: Back Scratch Expression: Desperation Braun's Bushshrike

Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	30	Successful Hunts	29	Success Rate	96%

Biography
«═════ ◈ ═════» Surely it wasn't much farther now. They'd told her to follow the birds, and she'd be safe. Croaking branches would signal her sanctuary. But she was so exhausted. It'd been days since she'd last seen water, let alone a scrap of food larger than a locust. She'd grown so weak. Perhaps it'd been foolish to make the journey, desperate as she may have been. Her paws were so heavy. Each step sapped away at her strength, each panting breath stole away what water she had left in these dry lands. She stumbled, misplacing her paws, tumbling to the ground. Maybe she could rest here for a moment. Just a moment wouldn't hurt. Her vision went dark. «═════ ◈ ═════» When she next woke, cool water trickled onto her face. Her ears flicked towards the rhythmic sound of water lapping onto shore. A hoarse growl was the only sound she could make, her head pounding as she opened her eyes. "Oh good! You're awake!" Purred a feminine voice, friendly and welcoming. "We were beginning to worry you might not. Here, sweetheart, let me help you up." The figure that crouched beside her, pushing their shoulder against hers was a strange one. A lion with spots like a leopard, and pale, empty, eyes. As uncanny as their appearance was, Nyoro accepted the help. With the stranger's assistance, she staggered over to the shoreline, crouching to lap up the life giving water. It was odd how quickly strength and energy shot back into her aching limbs. "Where am I?" Nyoro asked. "Why, the only shelter from the end of the world, of course." «═════ ◈ ═════» Newly Claimed Lioness does not say a word but curls up close to your feet as you sit down near her, seeming to need some affection right now.

Biography

«═════ ◈ ═════»
Surely it wasn't much farther now. They'd told her to follow the birds, and she'd be safe. Croaking branches would signal her sanctuary. But she was so exhausted. It'd been days since she'd last seen water, let alone a scrap of food larger than a locust. She'd grown so weak. Perhaps it'd been foolish to make the journey, desperate as she may have been.
Her paws were so heavy. Each step sapped away at her strength, each panting breath stole away what water she had left in these dry lands. She stumbled, misplacing her paws, tumbling to the ground. Maybe she could rest here for a moment. Just a moment wouldn't hurt.
Her vision went dark.
«═════ ◈ ═════»
When she next woke, cool water trickled onto her face. Her ears flicked towards the rhythmic sound of water lapping onto shore. A hoarse growl was the only sound she could make, her head pounding as she opened her eyes.
"Oh good! You're awake!" Purred a feminine voice, friendly and welcoming. "We were beginning to worry you might not. Here, sweetheart, let me help you up."
The figure that crouched beside her, pushing their shoulder against hers was a strange one. A lion with spots like a leopard, and pale, empty, eyes. As uncanny as their appearance was, Nyoro accepted the help. With the stranger's assistance, she staggered over to the shoreline, crouching to lap up the life giving water. It was odd how quickly strength and energy shot back into her aching limbs.
"Where am I?" Nyoro asked.
"Why, the only shelter from the end of the world, of course."
«═════ ◈ ═════»

Newly Claimed Lioness does not say a word but curls up close to your feet as you sit down near her, seeming to need some affection right now.

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