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Black Smoke Rising

"art in bio // queen"

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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 19 real life days.
Lion Stats
Experience
28054 / 13310 (100%)
Level 12
Strength 73 Speed 101
Stamina 89 Smarts 69
Agility 106 Skill 51
Total Stats: 489
Lion Currents
Age 8 years, 8 months old
Hunger
51%
Mood
100%
Sex Female
Pose Default
Personality
Secretive (Evil)

Adult Stage
Newborn Stage 100%
Young Cub Stage 100%
Cub Stage 100%
Adolescent Stage 100%
Adult Stage 51.282051282051%
Elder Stage 0%
Appearance Markings
Base Bast (Pink Skin) Slot 4: Interstellar Crackle (100%) Tier 3
Slot 6: Cimmerian Blaze (100%) Tier 1
Slot 8: White Inverted Cheetah (100%) Tier 1
Slot 9: Feline 9 Ebony (100%) Tier 5
Genetics Golden Medium Countershaded Special
Eyes Malachite
Mane Type Savage
Mane Color Cimmerian
Mutation None
Marking Slots
10
Equipped Decorations
None!
Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts 197 Successful Hunts 166 Success Rate 84%


Nursing Cubs
This lioness is currently nursing the following cubs...
Cub
Cub
Biography
β€œDo you love him?"

Black Smoke Rising rolls onto her back, a lazy, unconcerned air about her slim features as she tilts her head to stare unblinkingly at you. Your question deters her for a moment, prompting a thought to nestle in her mind.

"No. He loves me, of course -- his lovely, cruel queen, silent as a mouse, quick as a rabbit, cold as ice. I am all he has ever wanted. But he is no love of mine; what I feel for him is faint, and lies only in the love I have for my daughter. If not for her, I would rebel and go after his heirs. They are much more to my taste," she purrs slowly, a rasping tongue sliding across her jaw. Seductive. Of course. Suddenly, she wheezes out a laugh, and it is far from her careful, melodic tone; it is genuine.

"Bah! Love! To love him! It is foolishness. I love another that I cannot have, and though the King would die for me, I would let him be swallowed by the raging waters before I risked a hair on my pelt for him. If I could see him die, it would be nothing to me at all. This heart does not beat for him." With that, she turns away from you, raising one white paw to her mouth and dragging her tongue along it.

You leave; there is nothing for you here.

Art by me <3





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