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Belongs to Theodore Woodthorne's Pride
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Satan's Favourite

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This lioness will come into heat in 1 day.
Your lioness has been flirted with 21 times! 8 have failed.
Lion Stats
Experience
373387 / 3960 (100%)
Level 7
Strength 169 Speed 160
Stamina 126 Smarts 130
Agility 225 Skill 132
Born With: 124 Total Stats: 942
Lion Currents
Age 8 years old
Hunger
20%
Mood
100%
Sex Female
Pose Jolly
Personality
Wary (Kind)

Adult Stage
Newborn Stage 100%
Young Cub Stage 100%
Cub Stage 100%
Adolescent Stage 100%
Adult Stage 46.153846153846%
Elder Stage 0%
Breeding Info
Father ᖴᒪ¥ ᗩᗰIᑎGO (Deceased) Mother Mitochondrion View Full Heritage
Last Bred More than 20 days ago Fertility Low View All Cubs Bred (1)
Appearance Markings
Base Ancestral (Brown Skin) Slot 2: Flamingo Quagga (41%) Tier 3
Slot 3: Cherry Glaze (85%) Tier 3
Slot 6: Flamingo Snuggle (47%) Tier 3
Slot 8: Sunset Feralis (14%) Tier 3
Genetics Red Light Countershaded Special
Eyes Blue
Mane Type Normal
Mane Color Fawn
Mutation Piebald (Subtle)
Marking Slots
10
Equipped Decorations

Above
Angel Wings
Feathered Leg Wraps - Albino
Expression: Panting [White Chin]
Sigil Amulet: Death
Fluffy Bracelets [Albino]
Claw Extensions [Gold]
Fluffy Cheeks [White]
Event Scar: Pentagram
Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts 543 Successful Hunts 543 Success Rate 100%


Biography
There have already been a few whispers around the lands about this pride having.. something.. up. Nobody ever knows what, but they always get the vibes. Maybe it’s their unusually unbothered, uncaring leader who sided with the demons. Maybe it’s the pride member’s completely asinine names.

The spread of a newborn cub in the pride only garnered more suspicion. Now that you’re here, you decided to sneak a peak. Hopefully no one will notice.

You enter the ‘maternity ward’ of the cave, where several lionesses are eating, sleeping, babysitting, or nursing their own cubs. Among the cubs is, as the rumors mentioned, a winged piebald baby. This isn’t just an instance of lions crafting or buying fake wings to flaunt around — no, this was a NATURALLY BORN winged cub. Jump Around, the little cubs mother, feels your gaze on her child, and she quickly shields him from view with a paw. She gives you a wary glare, a low growl rumbling from her throat, before she busies herself by grooming her cubs. Maybe it’s time to leave, the others are looking as well.





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