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Astaroth

"Clean scoundrel"

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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 1 real life day.
Lion Stats
Experience
4224 / 8910 (47%)
Level 10
Strength 112 Speed 76
Stamina 91 Smarts 82
Agility 94 Skill 12
Total Stats: 467
Lion Currents
Age 3 years, 11 months old
Hunger
0%
Mood
100%
Sex Female
Pose Good
Personality
Soft (Kind)

Adult Stage
Newborn Stage 100%
Young Cub Stage 100%
Cub Stage 100%
Adolescent Stage 100%
Adult Stage 14.74358974359%
Elder Stage 0%
Breeding Info
Father 𝕀𝕘𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕦𝕤 Mother G1 s mane View Full Heritage
Last Bred 22 days ago Fertility Good View All Cubs Bred (1)
Appearance Markings
Base Scoundrel (Dark Skin) Slot 1: White Crackle (32%) Tier 2
Slot 2: Merlot Mist (55%) Tier 3
Slot 4: Scoundrel Inverted Brawl (33%) Tier 3
Slot 5: Scoundrel Pelage (56%) Tier 3
Slot 8: Hibiscus Feralis (41%) Tier 3
Slot 9: Scoundrel Undersides (55%) Tier 3
Slot 10: Feline 9 Ebony (37%) Tier 5
Genetics Red Medium Countershaded Special
Eyes Amber
Mane Type Incubus
Mane Color Haunted
Mutation None
Marking Slots
10
Equipped Decorations
Deadlands

Above
Bloody Tears
Flaming Essence
Flame Accents [Paws]
Embedded Chain
Bone Wings [Top]
Zombie Gazelle Fawn Decor
Vile Horns

Below
Bone Wings [Bottom]
Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts 75 Successful Hunts 75 Success Rate 100%


Biography
“NO! ABYZOU! BABY!” Astaroth screamed towards her child’s captors, but they were all in vain, as her screams were only sounds of roars and grunts to the humans. They saw it as an act of aggression, and a sign to shoot. With a blink of an eye, everything went dark, her pleading roars faded into quiet whimpers, then silence.

My baby…why? My child…my only child… Her mind was spinning, worry became fear, and fear insights anger. How could they?! They took my child! Those monsters! I’ll kill them…my poor baby… “I’LL KILL THEM!” Astaroth jumped up suddenly, having awoken from her fainting. She was furious, and she wanted vengeance. For her daughter, and to atone for her failure as a mother. She couldn’t protect her daughter, it was something she had to admit, and she would never forgive herself for the fact. Hunger for revenge and atonement raged inside her, with those thoughts in mind, off she went to hunt.

It didn’t matter how long it took, she just needed to avenge her daughter, those monsters had to pay, pay for taking her child, pay for causing her grief, and pay if they had killed her. She wanted to believe that her daughter had survived, that she didn’t die at the hands of those foul creatures. But hope meant nothing in the face of darkness, when she couldn’t see any hope at all. All she wanted now, was to kill, kill, kill, kill, KILL!

Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, she no longer knew how much time had passed, but she was determined to find them, and found them she did. Blood was spilled, faces clawed, limbs torn. All her anger was unleashed onto the sinners, they had to pay, they MUST pay. When it was over, she kneeled down, and sobbed. It was over, but nothing could bring her dear child back. There wasn’t anything she could do but cry her heart out for her beloved child. However, before she could fully process her emotions and grief, a flash of flames brought her back to reality, and words formed in front of her, “Congratulations! He was impressed by your resilience and fires within, you have been accepted as the new Archduchess of WRATH.” With that, fires burst all around her, and she was sent straight to hell to claim her newfound title.

Upon arriving in hell, she watched the fires burn around her, she instantly knew of her role, her role to rule, to dominate, and to destroy everything that got in her way of her destination. Slowly, she walked up to the place that she now called home, receiving her title, and turning to see the land she now ruled over, Wrath. Having taken her revenge and anger out on the humans, she now had a new goal, to find her daughter, and she knew exactly where she was. As she gazed up towards the other layers of hell, she whispers to herself, “Abyzou…wait for me…mama’s coming…”

~ Credit: Nyra Zombie (#490644) ~





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