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Belongs to Monochromatic's Pride
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Hyacinth

"piebald (frail)"

This lioness is pregnant! She will give birth in 1 real life day. She has been bred to Monochromatic (#359975). She has a nest and will give birth safely. She cannot hunt while nesting.

Lion Stats
Experience	2404 / 28160 (8%)
Level	17
Strength	122	Speed	120
Stamina	82	Smarts	116
Agility	100	Skill	59
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	599

Lion Currents
Age	10 years, 3 months old
Hunger	0%
Mood	100%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Sinister (Evil)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	‘-Petal-‘ (Deceased)	Mother	TOI 1338 b	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	2 days ago	Fertility	Very Low	View All Cubs Bred (0)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Pecan (Tan Skin)	Slot 1: Maofelis Lilac (45%) Tier 6 Slot 2: Lycaon Heavy Noctis (14%) Tier 3 Slot 4: Haliotis Margay (43%) Tier 3 Slot 10: Cimmerian Blanket (57%) Tier 1
Genetics	Cream Dark Countershaded Common
Eyes	Blue
Mane Type	Normal
Mane Color	Orchid
Mutation	Piebald (Frail)
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Bloodbath Above Embalmed Event Scar: Blood Drip Eye of the Fierce Roar Wing Bands of Anubis Wings of Death [Top] Sigil Amulet: Death Below Wings of Death [Bottom] Glowing Sigil of Death

Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	242	Successful Hunts	232	Success Rate	95%

Biography
thank you Falter for my cursed ass demon child The moment you come across this cub on the outskirts of the pride, a feeling of doom comes over you. Despite this feeling, you call out for it. There is no answer, not even a single movement. You call again. And when it turns to face you, you can only describe the look of it as death itself. Its jaw opens and closes on nothing, blood dripping from its mouth.. and somewhere, you hear a lioness cry out in grief.

Biography

thank you Falter for my cursed ass demon child

The moment you come across this cub on the outskirts of the pride, a feeling of doom comes over you. Despite this feeling, you call out for it. There is no answer, not even a single movement. You call again. And when it turns to face you, you can only describe the look of it as death itself. Its jaw opens and closes on nothing, blood dripping from its mouth.. and somewhere, you hear a lioness cry out in grief.

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