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Belongs to Divine Listener's Pride
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Thistle

"The scientist"

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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 14 real life days.
Lion Stats
Experience
28230 / 18590 (100%)
Level 14
Strength 3 Speed 3
Stamina 3 Smarts 2
Agility 3 Skill 6
Total Stats: 20
Lion Currents
Age 10 years old
Hunger
40%
Mood
90%
Sex Female
Pose Neutral
Personality
Sassy (Snarky)

Adult Stage
Newborn Stage 100%
Young Cub Stage 100%
Cub Stage 100%
Adolescent Stage 100%
Adult Stage 61.538461538462%
Elder Stage 0%
Breeding Info
Father The Green Mangrove (Deceased) Mother $ PEWTER CHASED (Deceased) View Full Heritage
Last Bred 9 days ago Fertility Average (75%) View All Cubs Bred (9)
Appearance Markings
Base Murk (Tan Skin) Slot 1: Seal Siamese (62%) Tier 2
Slot 2: Algae Dilution (100%) Tier 1
Slot 6: Bushveld Brindle (32%) Tier 2
Slot 7: Cloudburst Shroud (100%) Tier 3
Slot 8: Noctis Ghost Feralis (69%) Tier 6
Slot 10: Bushveld Rogue (40%) Tier 2
Genetics Black Medium Countershaded Special
Eyes Ice
Mane Type Savage
Mane Color Onyx
Mutation None
Marking Slots
10
Equipped Decorations
Mossy Den

Above
Event Scar: Ripped Lip
Healer's pouchCustom Decor
Mossy Stones
Conqueror's Mane [Styx]Custom Decor
Expression: Smirk
Shiny Rock Septum Ring [White]
Camouflaged Snake
Event Scar: Worn Eyes
Light The NightCustom Decor
Windy
Rain

Below
Stone Archway [Mossy] Custom Decor
Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts 0 Successful Hunts 0 Success Rate 0%


Biography

A lanky, preoccupied lion. He seems to be muttering to himself, totally distracted. His eyes are tired and his shoulders slumped, as if he carries a great load. He says something about it being difficult being a scientist, about how busy he’s been with the cubs, as he glances up at you. His mane is heavy with rain, and his lantern’s glow wavering in the night. He stops. The wind ruffles the water from his mane, sends it pattering to his feet. He blinks, seems started to see you here and then starts back on his way. “Come on, if you’re coming” He says, his voice is as tired as his face. So soft you can barely hear it over the rain. “I’ll bring you back to my den, for now. We’ll have to get you out of here by morning, before my sisters realize you’re here. You decidedly do not belong here.”

Page doll by foolishflame #158584

(This is my favorite guy,,,he’s my trans lion boy and would be my king I was not using my king for sillies,,,,)





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