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born in 27/07/2024 - was born together with another Jaglion.
This litter brought a small surprise: a cub that is different to normal lion cubs. Upon questioning - in fear of being chased or killed - the lioness admits to a mating with an escaped jaguar when she was in heat... The cub is a hybrid! What will you do now!?
Name given in honor of my mother. (She didn't die, but I wanted to name a first generation hybrid after her when I had one.)
first heat: 1 Buff, 1 lion meat, 1 zebra heart = 3 cubs, 1 Jag and a rosette.
second heat (barked): 1 Buff, 1 lion meat= 3 cubs, 1 Jag and 1 Piebald (Scattered)
third heat (barked): 1 Buff, 1 lion meat- 3 cubs, 1 Jag
one heat reserved for #384203 in February
one heat reserved for #7742 in February.
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Light and dark. Shadows and snow. The same and yet world apart. One of the summer forest and one the winter wonderland. One a life she earned. One a life of ease. Thus was the difference between two Jaglions, Claudia and Ana.
Sun filtering through the branches danced off the shimmering black fur of Claudia, creating the illusion of rosettes her coat was too dark to show. The denizens of the forest chittered at her approach, darting through the branches and across her body, covering her in gems and flowers. She was the Mother of these lands. The one whose roar blessed or cursed. welcomed you in or sent you away.
This is not to say she was unfair. She granted her judgement to all, and mercy was given more oft than not. Her rumbling purr lulled her cubs to sleep, or the smaller creatures like the Gentian and Civet that followed her around, chittering the news of the forest in her ear so she may know all that happened in her lands. Her paws welcomed the orphaned or in need into her lands, holding them close on the cooler nights until they could find their place in her lands.
For her tender care, Claudia became loved and respected. Her presence was the greatest comfort to her lands. All heeded her word as if it was the law of the land. But across the plains to the land of snow, she was but a myth and legend. For there a cub as white as snow ruled. And if Claudia was the Mother...Ana was the very spirit of life.
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