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Belongs to Emperess Banshee's Pride
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Rider of the Kelpie

"G9 4.1.22 RLC"

This lioness gave birth in the past two years. She is on a breeding cool down and will be breedable again in 5 real life days.

Lion Stats
Experience	1307 / 1760 (74%)
Level	5
Strength	92	Speed	114
Stamina	92	Smarts	97
Agility	101	Skill	2
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	498

Lion Currents
Age	5 years, 1 month old
Hunger	0%
Mood	90%
Sex	Female
Pose	Kind
Personality	Warm (Kind)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	𖤓Technoblade𖤓	Mother	Wine	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	18 days ago	Fertility	Infertile	View All Cubs Bred (5)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Wine (Pale Skin)	Slot 1: Merlot Snuggle (100%) Tier 3 Slot 2: Cimmerian Crackle (100%) Tier 2 Slot 3: Briar Brindle (50%) Tier 2 Slot 4: Scoria Panther (100%) Tier 2 Slot 5: Noctis Rogue (40%) Tier 2 Slot 6: White Thrashed Unders (100%) Tier 3 Slot 7: Briar Margay (100%) Tier 2 Slot 8: White Eyebrows (100%) Tier 1 Slot 9: Tail Banding Briar (60%) Tier 1 Slot 10: Briar Dorsal Line (100%) Tier 2
Genetics	Red Medium Countershaded Special
Eyes	Dove
Mane Type	Savage
Mane Color	Orchid
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Rain Shelter Above Endangered Hipwear [Gorilla] Glowing Flowers [Moon]Custom Decor Glowing Tree SpiritsCustom Decor Seer Headwear Below Pictish Stones Kelpie

Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	5	Successful Hunts	5	Success Rate	100%

Biography
Back story made by 9Natalee9 (#494754) Rider of the Kelpie was never truly one of them. From birth, she was tethered to the water’s edge, her eyes drawn to the depths where others dared not look. The pride didn’t understand her bond with the kelpies—those twisted, watery beasts that crawled from the shadows like creatures of nightmare, their forms both beautiful and terrifying. But to Rider, they were more than mere creatures. They were hers to command. She could summon them with a whisper, her voice barely more than a ripple across the surface of the water. And when the kelpies rose from the depths, their dark eyes glimmering with hunger, she knew they would obey her every command. The pride trembled at the thought of those monsters, but Rider saw them as allies—creatures of the deep who had taught her that power came from controlling what others feared. The pride could never understand the pull of the kelpies, the hunger that burned in her blood every time she called them from the water. But they respected her, feared her in a way they couldn’t quite place. The pride believes they control her, that she tolerates them only because of Banshee, but they’re wrong. She tolerates them because they keep her close to Banshee, the only one who can momentarily quiet the madness she feels when the kelpies stir. But the waters were never still. The kelpies waited, their eyes gleaming from beneath the surface, ready to drag anyone into the dark depths at Rider’s command. The pride, oblivious to the blood that had already soaked the earth beneath them, had no idea how close they were to the abyss. But it won’t be enough. Soon, they will learn what it means to be at her mercy. When Rider speaks, her voice is a low hiss, like water lapping at the shore, cold and predatory. "Count your loyalties" She paused, her Dove eyes staring daggers that rebuke their peaceful name. “The kelpies are patient,” she whispers, her eyes glimmering with something dark. “They’ll wait... until I call upon them. And when I do, they’ll drag you into the depths. Every last one of you."

Biography

Back story made by 9Natalee9 (#494754)

Rider of the Kelpie was never truly one of them. From birth, she was tethered to the water’s edge, her eyes drawn to the depths where others dared not look. The pride didn’t understand her bond with the kelpies—those twisted, watery beasts that crawled from the shadows like creatures of nightmare, their forms both beautiful and terrifying. But to Rider, they were more than mere creatures. They were hers to command.

She could summon them with a whisper, her voice barely more than a ripple across the surface of the water. And when the kelpies rose from the depths, their dark eyes glimmering with hunger, she knew they would obey her every command. The pride trembled at the thought of those monsters, but Rider saw them as allies—creatures of the deep who had taught her that power came from controlling what others feared.

The pride could never understand the pull of the kelpies, the hunger that burned in her blood every time she called them from the water. But they respected her, feared her in a way they couldn’t quite place. The pride believes they control her, that she tolerates them only because of Banshee, but they’re wrong. She tolerates them because they keep her close to Banshee, the only one who can momentarily quiet the madness she feels when the kelpies stir.

But the waters were never still. The kelpies waited, their eyes gleaming from beneath the surface, ready to drag anyone into the dark depths at Rider’s command. The pride, oblivious to the blood that had already soaked the earth beneath them, had no idea how close they were to the abyss.

But it won’t be enough. Soon, they will learn what it means to be at her mercy. When Rider speaks, her voice is a low hiss, like water lapping at the shore, cold and predatory.

"Count your loyalties" She paused, her Dove eyes staring daggers that rebuke their peaceful name. “The kelpies are patient,” she whispers, her eyes glimmering with something dark. “They’ll wait... until I call upon them. And when I do, they’ll drag you into the depths. Every last one of you."

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