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Syrax, the Spoiled Queen

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Lion Stats
Experience
4890 / 13310 (36%)
Level 12
Strength 76 Speed 120
Stamina 85 Smarts 114
Agility 102 Skill 9
Born With: Unknown Total Stats: 506
Lion Currents
Age 9 years old
Hunger
0%
Mood
85%
Sex Female
Pose Jolly
Personality
Gracious (Good)

Adult Stage
Newborn Stage 100%
Young Cub Stage 100%
Cub Stage 100%
Adolescent Stage 100%
Adult Stage 53.846153846154%
Elder Stage 0%
Breeding Info
Father Strelitzia (Deceased) Mother Feather Fall (Deceased) View Full Heritage
Last Bred More than 20 days ago Fertility Very Low (27%) View All Cubs Bred (4)
Appearance Markings
Base Fossil (Tan Skin) Slot 1: Fiery Heavy Rosette (100%) Tier 4
Slot 3: Leonid Coat (28%) Tier 3
Slot 4: Onyx Vesture (21%) Tier 0
Slot 7: Onyx Paw Carving (30%) Tier 1
Slot 8: Feline 3 Onyx (1%) Tier 2
Slot 9: Cherry Upendezi (67%) Tier 3
Slot 11: Shell Rims (47%) Tier 2
Genetics Cream Medium Countershaded Special
Eyes Intense Gold
Mane Type Sideburn
Mane Color Slate
Mutation None
Marking Slots
11
Equipped Decorations
Pure Morning

Above
Amber Bracelets
Amber Square Necklace
Amber Square Rump Wear
Amber Tailband
Raptor Bracers [Golden]
Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts 0 Successful Hunts 0 Success Rate 0%


Biography
Traded Albino Male for Syrax - 11/26/2024

𝘐𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘣𝘺𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘚𝘷𝘦𝘯, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘭, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦, 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘚𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦.
𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘸. 𝘈 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱. 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘸𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘈𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘦𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴, 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶.
"𝘈𝘎𝘏! 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴?" 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘴. 𝘈 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯.
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘭𝘺.
𝘈 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴.
"𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘥. 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘚𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘺. 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳."





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