#794230010947
Belongs to Mona Vi'Aratha's Pride
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Long gone rubble

"Dr AMP [Remainer of glory]"

This lioness is in heat and will be for 2 more days.

Lion Stats
Experience	416 / 440 (94%)
Level	3
Strength	10	Speed	16
Stamina	8	Smarts	16
Agility	12	Skill	4
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	66

Lion Currents
Age	4 years, 6 months old
Hunger	40%
Mood	100%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Proud (Good)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Project King #1239 (Deceased)	Mother	Trinity #427147	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	23 days ago	Fertility	Low	View All Cubs Bred (0)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Zombie (Red Skin)	Slot 3: Chatoyant Feline (20%) Tier 3 Slot 6: Quartz Frosty Roan (59%) Tier 3 Slot 7: Cimmerian Pelage (43%) Tier 2 Slot 9: Noctis Heavy Rosette (44%) Tier 4 Slot 10: Noctis Shaded Rosette (100%) Tier 4
Genetics	Black Medium Countershaded Special
Eyes	Grey
Mane Type	Thick
Mane Color	Divine
Mutation	Mane Silky
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Hall of Judgement: Weighing of Souls Above Rugged Mane [Onyx] Endangered Hipwear [Gorilla] Fiend Horns Ördög Tail Extension Black Hole Eyes

Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	2	Successful Hunts	2	Success Rate	100%

Biography
The lioness raises her cold, thin body off of the ground and looks around at the empty world they now found themselves in. The thick snow that once coated her home had long melted away, leaving not even a pawstep of their memory. Everything they had once known or ever wanted to had died and been known, leaving her the only standing remnant of her time. Oh, Metzli, hare in the moon's eye, what have you done now? A lioness without a name, what would become of her? Once a noble member of the fabled Moonlit pride, now alone in a desert she could no longer call her own. The only remnants of her pride were icy towers, defiant to the sun's blaze, but she couldn't bear to go in and see the frozen faces of her long dead kin.

Biography

The lioness raises her cold, thin body off of the ground and looks around at the empty world they now found themselves in. The thick snow that once coated her home had long melted away, leaving not even a pawstep of their memory. Everything they had once known or ever wanted to had died and been known, leaving her the only standing remnant of her time.
Oh, Metzli, hare in the moon's eye, what have you done now?

A lioness without a name, what would become of her? Once a noble member of the fabled Moonlit pride, now alone in a desert she could no longer call her own. The only remnants of her pride were icy towers, defiant to the sun's blaze, but she couldn't bear to go in and see the frozen faces of her long dead kin.

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