Evangelist

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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 17 real life days.
Lion Stats
Experience
0 / 100 (0%)
Level 1
Strength 23 Speed 20
Stamina 21 Smarts 20
Agility 21 Skill 2
Born With: Unknown Total Stats: 107
Lion Currents
Age 4 years, 10 months old
Hunger
20%
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 21.794871794872%
Elder Stage 0%
Breeding Info
Father Badawī Mother Rhaenyra View Full Heritage
Last Bred 6 days ago Fertility Very Low View All Cubs Bred (2)
Appearance Markings
Base Silver Gray (Marbled Skin) Slot 1: Stratosphere Undertone (59%) Tier 3
Slot 6: Bushveld Dorsal Line (30%) Tier 2
Slot 7: Bushveld Margay (92%) Tier 2
Slot 8: Bushveld Pelage (50%) Tier 2
Slot 9: Almond Soft Unders (41%) Tier 2
Slot 10: Stratosphere Feline (43%) Tier 3


This lion has 1 marking hidden on the following slot:
13
Genetics Black Light Countershaded Common
Eyes Drowned
Mane Type Royal
Mane Color Celestial
Mutation None
Marking Slots
10
Equipped Decorations
Haunted Shipwreck

Above
Bone Spikes
Lab Test Frog
Tigers Eye
Jewel Beetle Bodywear
Jewel Beetle Headwear
Divine Sparkles
Jewelry: Meteorite Choker
Hare Bone Piercings
Vampire Fangs
Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts 0 Successful Hunts 0 Success Rate 0%


Nursing Cubs
This lioness is currently nursing the following cubs...
Cub
Biography
The moon is white and pregnant in the sky, wet ricks shone with the glistening reflection of the stars. The wind was crisp, whistling a sweet lullaby as it gently shook the trees. Two paws perched just along the bank of the water, fur clad to skin, sunken from wetness. Evangelist bowed their head to the stilled pool of water, their nose causing a ripple as the flesh connected with the surface. They drew in a sharp breath, opening their eyes. Craning their neck, their gaze traveled from the water to the moon in the sky. Watching it silently as it sat there, enveloped in the dark navy blanket of dusk.
“The moon, so bright,” They purred, blinking slowly as they looked back to the water. “How lovely it must be, to be seen clearly for what you are.”



“You drop 150 silver beetles before the scrying stone.. And the markings are revealed to be... White Taper (Slot 13).“





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