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Belongs to ~Anahel of the Aether~'s Pride
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Mother of a fallen star

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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 3 real life days.
Lion Stats
Experience
0 / 100 (0%)
Level 1
Strength 20 Speed 31
Stamina 34 Smarts 14
Agility 19 Skill 25
Born With: Unknown Total Stats: 143
Lion Currents
Age 8 years, 4 months old
Hunger
56%
Mood
90%
Sex Female
Pose Default
Personality
Cold (Evil)

Adult Stage
Newborn Stage 100%
Young Cub Stage 100%
Cub Stage 100%
Adolescent Stage 100%
Adult Stage 48.717948717949%
Elder Stage 0%
Breeding Info
Father Unknown Mother Unknown View Full Heritage
Last Bred 20 days ago Fertility Good View All Cubs Bred (3)
Appearance Markings
Base Liver (Dark Brown Skin) Slot 1: Leonid Smoke (59%) Tier 3
Slot 9: Maofelis Onyx (32%) Tier 6
Slot 10: White Feline Unders (42%) Tier 1
Genetics Black Medium Solid Common
Eyes Jet
Mane Type Katanga
Mane Color Haunted
Mutation None
Marking Slots
10
Equipped Decorations
Necropolis

Above
Hollow
Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts 0 Successful Hunts 0 Success Rate 0%


Biography
11/3: You were going to ask Mother of a fallen star to join you for a meal, but her icy stare stopped you in your tracks. How lovely.



Mother Of A Fallen Star:

Known by nothing but her connection to a strange and hidden cub, this spirit wanders the edge of Ocean’s territory.

Old legend says she was once a kind lioness of a pride long gone, who bore her first litter with love.

Tragically, while one cub laid strong and mewling, the other was born small, weak, and deformed. Her large eye, her mother’s own, stared up at her weakly.

Fallen, unable to cope with the cubs future, unable to let go of what was clearly meant to fade, disrupted the natural cycle and broke it.

Turning her back on her pride, she sought out forbidden and strange magic, draining the life from plants and animals around her to fuel her daughter’s continued limbo.

The price for eternal life for her young had been paid with her own soul, leaving her a hollowed husk that wanders the pridelands, searching for more life to prolong her cub’s existence.

Do not wander too close, little cubs, or she may take you next.





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