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Annalaine

"Huntress of Speed"

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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 15 real life days.

Lion Stats
Experience	909 / 2750 (33%)
Level	6
Strength	49	Speed	56
Stamina	47	Smarts	46
Agility	40	Skill	11
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	249

Lion Currents
Age	6 years old
Hunger	37%
Mood	67%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Sarcastic (Snarky)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	𝔍𝔞𝔰𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔢 (Deceased)	Mother	Annalee	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	8 days ago	Fertility	Average	View All Cubs Bred (1)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Chartreux (Black Skin)	Slot 1: Fuchsia Ghost Feralis (20%) Tier 3 Slot 2: Feline 9 Ebony (87%) Tier 5 Slot 4: Dawn Dapple (18%) Tier 3 Slot 5: Scoundrel Pelage (12%) Tier 3 Slot 6: Nacre Lace (41%) Tier 3 Slot 8: Blood Moon Mirage (25%) Tier 3 Slot 9: Dawn Lace (40%) Tier 3
Genetics	Black Light Countershaded Rare
Eyes	Omen
Mane Type	Savage
Mane Color	Angelic
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

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Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	15	Successful Hunts	15	Success Rate	100%

Biography
Annalaine follows after Grandpaw тαяgαяуєη as he goes out on a patrol. Annalaine spots an injured dik dik hiding in the bushes, and with a snarl, Grandpaw тαяgαяуєη orders Annalaine to kill it, saying that there is no room for mercy in this life. -- You and Annalaine got in some trouble with a vicious warthog. After escaping, she suggested you ought to invite the hog for a visit the next time you have guests, for it could liven up any party. You share a chuckle. -- Annalaine watches you amusedly, and states dryly that she did not know broken feathers were in fashion nowadays. You hastily remove the offending debris from your mane.

Biography

Annalaine follows after Grandpaw тαяgαяуєη as he goes out on a patrol. Annalaine spots an injured dik dik hiding in the bushes, and with a snarl, Grandpaw тαяgαяуєη orders Annalaine to kill it, saying that there is no room for mercy in this life.
--
You and Annalaine got in some trouble with a vicious warthog. After escaping, she suggested you ought to invite the hog for a visit the next time you have guests, for it could liven up any party. You share a chuckle.
--
Annalaine watches you amusedly, and states dryly that she did not know broken feathers were in fashion nowadays. You hastily remove the offending debris from your mane.

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