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Belongs to ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽Severus ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆'s Pride
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☾༺Isabella༻☽

"♨Piebald (Clouded)♨"

This lioness gave birth in the past two years. She is on a breeding cool down and will be breedable again in 15 real life days.

Your lioness has been flirted with 8 times! 4 have failed.

Lion Stats
Experience	6690 / 7040 (95%)
Level	9
Strength	36	Speed	28
Stamina	26	Smarts	36
Agility	34	Skill	13
Born With:	90	Total Stats:	173

Lion Currents
Age	5 years old
Hunger	0%
Mood	100%
Sex	Female
Pose	Good
Personality	Romantic (Good)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	🌟Age of Magic🌟	Mother	🌌Strange Horizon🌌 (Deceased)	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	8 days ago	Fertility	Very Low	View All Cubs Bred (2)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Prune (Burnt Skin)	Slot 4: Henna Zebra (32%) Tier 6 Slot 5: Prismatic Valiant (59%) Tier 3 Slot 6: Chocolate Dorsum (47%) Tier 1 Slot 8: Gold Ticking (14%) Tier 3
Genetics	Red Dark Countershaded Rare
Eyes	Black
Mane Type	Savage
Mane Color	Khaki
Mutation	Piebald (Clouded)
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Falling Stars Above War Paint: Bloodshed Horse Skull Bodywear Javelin Sand Boa Talons Below Nebula Cloud - High Saharan Cypress

Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	58	Successful Hunts	58	Success Rate	100%

Reverse Breeding Services
This lioness is offering her heat, for a price of 150 SB or 1 GB.
Send with Female Breeding Items:
Required Items:	Nesting Material (6 uses) - Buy from Monkey Business or craft one! Food Bundle - Buy from Monkey Business or Branch Sales! Toy Bundle - Buy from Monkey Business or Branch Sales!
Payment Type:	150 SB 1 GB
Message to Owner:

Biography
✧⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙ ˙ॱ⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙ ˙ॱᐧ.˳˳.⋅ ˙✧ The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the savanna as Isabella approached Severus Snape. Her prune-colored skin, splashed with piebald white, shimmered in the fading light. The crimson war paint on her face, a stark contrast to her unusual coat, seemed to glow faintly. Whisper, her javelin sand boa, coiled loosely around her neck. The horse skull, a symbol of her unique defiance, rested against her mane. Snape, observing her from the shadows of a rocky outcrop, felt a familiar flicker of something akin to tenderness. It was a rare emotion for him, a fleeting moment of vulnerability within his otherwise controlled demeanor. Snape: (Voice low, controlled) "You're late." Isabella: (Voice husky, confident) "The hunt was… fruitful. And Whisper insisted on a leisurely stroll." She smiled, a flash of white teeth against her crimson war paint. Snape nodded, his gaze lingering on the horse skull. It was a constant reminder of her unconventional nature, her strength, her defiance. Snape: "The pride is secure?" Isabella: "Secure, and well-fed. Though some continue to question my… methods." Snape: (A hint of amusement in his voice) "Let them question. Their doubts are a testament to your effectiveness." Isabella moved closer, her body brushing against his. Their bond wasn't just a romantic connection; it was a powerful alliance, a shared understanding of their world, a mutual respect for strength and resilience. Isabella: (Whispering) "And yours?" Snape: (His voice softening slightly) "Secure, as always. Thanks to you." Their gazes locked, a silent acknowledgment of their unique bond, a testament to the unexpected tenderness that existed within their otherwise ruthless world. The setting sun cast a warm glow on them, highlighting the striking contrast between their personalities, and the undeniable strength of their alliance. The savanna, a landscape of harsh realities, became, for a moment, a sanctuary for their unconventional love. ✧⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙ ˙ॱ⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙ ˙ॱᐧ.˳˳.⋅ ˙✧

Biography

✧⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙ ˙ॱ⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙ ˙ॱᐧ.˳˳.⋅ ˙✧
The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the savanna as Isabella approached Severus Snape. Her prune-colored skin, splashed with piebald white, shimmered in the fading light. The crimson war paint on her face, a stark contrast to her unusual coat, seemed to glow faintly. Whisper, her javelin sand boa, coiled loosely around her neck. The horse skull, a symbol of her unique defiance, rested against her mane.

Snape, observing her from the shadows of a rocky outcrop, felt a familiar flicker of something akin to tenderness. It was a rare emotion for him, a fleeting moment of vulnerability within his otherwise controlled demeanor.

**Snape:** (Voice low, controlled) "You're late."

**Isabella:** (Voice husky, confident) "The hunt was… fruitful. And Whisper insisted on a leisurely stroll." She smiled, a flash of white teeth against her crimson war paint.

Snape nodded, his gaze lingering on the horse skull. It was a constant reminder of her unconventional nature, her strength, her defiance.

**Snape:** "The pride is secure?"

**Isabella:** "Secure, and well-fed. Though some continue to question my… methods."

**Snape:** (A hint of amusement in his voice) "Let them question. Their doubts are a testament to your effectiveness."

Isabella moved closer, her body brushing against his. Their bond wasn't just a romantic connection; it was a powerful alliance, a shared understanding of their world, a mutual respect for strength and resilience.

**Isabella:** (Whispering) "And yours?"

**Snape:** (His voice softening slightly) "Secure, as always. Thanks to you."

Their gazes locked, a silent acknowledgment of their unique bond, a testament to the unexpected tenderness that existed within their otherwise ruthless world. The setting sun cast a warm glow on them, highlighting the striking contrast between their personalities, and the undeniable strength of their alliance. The savanna, a landscape of harsh realities, became, for a moment, a sanctuary for their unconventional love.
✧⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙ ˙ॱ⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙ ˙ॱᐧ.˳˳.⋅ ˙✧

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