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Belongs to ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽Severus ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆'s Pride
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₊ ˚‧︵‿₊Tyra₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊

"˚ʚBroodmotherɞ˚"

This lioness gave birth in the past two years. She is on a breeding cool down and will be breedable again in 14 real life days.

Your lioness has been flirted with 3 times! 1 has failed.

Lion Stats
Experience	1550 / 8910 (17%)
Level	10
Strength	53	Speed	56
Stamina	48	Smarts	45
Agility	50	Skill	5
Born With:	251	Total Stats:	257

Lion Currents
Age	5 years, 1 month old
Hunger	0%
Mood	100%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Gracious (Good)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Rock Star	Mother	Aja	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	9 days ago	Fertility	Very Low	View All Cubs Bred (3)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Jet (Black Skin)	Slot 6: Frostbitten Icefall (60%) Tier 3 Slot 10: Fiery Inverted Maracaja (75%) Tier 3
Genetics	Black Dark Solid Common
Eyes	Pink
Mane Type	Barbary
Mane Color	Elysian
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Swirling Dust Above Veil of Sunset Windy Little Rascal - Poly Jewelry: Meteorite Earrings

Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	0	Successful Hunts	0	Success Rate	0%

Reverse Breeding Services
This lioness is offering her heat, for a price of 100 SB or 1 GB.
Send with Female Breeding Items:
Required Items:	Nesting Material (6 uses) - Buy from Monkey Business or craft one! Food Bundle Toy Bundle
Payment Type:	100 SB 1 GB
Message to Owner:

Biography
✧⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙ ˙ॱ⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙ ˙ॱᐧ.˳˳.⋅ ˙✧ The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the savanna as Tyra, the Veil of Sunset, sat amongst the cubs, her jet-black fur gleaming. Her pink eyes, filled with a gentle warmth, watched over them as they tumbled and played. Her meteorite earrings, a gift from Severus, caught the light, a subtle reminder of her unique position within the pride. Beside her, the polyclaudel cub snuggled close, its multiple claws a testament to its unusual strength and vulnerability. Severus Snape approached silently, his gaze sweeping over the scene. He didn't interrupt the cubs' play; his presence was a silent acknowledgment of the haven Tyra had created. Severus: (Voice low, controlled) "The cubs seem… content." It wasn't a question; it was an observation, a subtle acknowledgment of Tyra's success. Tyra looked up, her pink eyes meeting his. There was no fear in her gaze, only a quiet confidence. Tyra: (Voice calm, even) "Contentment fosters loyalty, Severus. Loyalty is a valuable asset." Severus nodded slowly, his gaze lingering on the polyclaudel cub. He understood the unspoken message: Tyra's compassion wasn't weakness; it was a strategic advantage, a way of building strength through loyalty and nurturing. Severus: (A rare hint of something akin to approval in his tone) "Indeed. A well-nurtured cub is a strong cub." He turned and walked away, leaving Tyra to her duties. His silence was an acknowledgment of her success, a tacit approval of her methods, a rare moment of unspoken respect for the gentle force that balanced the harsh realities of his pride. The setting sun cast a warm glow on Tyra and the cubs, a silent testament to the unexpected bloom of kindness within the heart of a ruthless pride. ✧⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙ ˙ॱ⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙ ˙ॱᐧ.˳˳.⋅ ˙✧

Biography

✧⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙ ˙ॱ⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙ ˙ॱᐧ.˳˳.⋅ ˙✧
The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the savanna as Tyra, the Veil of Sunset, sat amongst the cubs, her jet-black fur gleaming. Her pink eyes, filled with a gentle warmth, watched over them as they tumbled and played. Her meteorite earrings, a gift from Severus, caught the light, a subtle reminder of her unique position within the pride. Beside her, the polyclaudel cub snuggled close, its multiple claws a testament to its unusual strength and vulnerability.

Severus Snape approached silently, his gaze sweeping over the scene. He didn't interrupt the cubs' play; his presence was a silent acknowledgment of the haven Tyra had created.

**Severus:** (Voice low, controlled) "The cubs seem… content." It wasn't a question; it was an observation, a subtle acknowledgment of Tyra's success.

Tyra looked up, her pink eyes meeting his. There was no fear in her gaze, only a quiet confidence.

**Tyra:** (Voice calm, even) "Contentment fosters loyalty, Severus. Loyalty is a valuable asset."

Severus nodded slowly, his gaze lingering on the polyclaudel cub. He understood the unspoken message: Tyra's compassion wasn't weakness; it was a strategic advantage, a way of building strength through loyalty and nurturing.

**Severus:** (A rare hint of something akin to approval in his tone) "Indeed. A well-nurtured cub is a strong cub."

He turned and walked away, leaving Tyra to her duties. His silence was an acknowledgment of her success, a tacit approval of her methods, a rare moment of unspoken respect for the gentle force that balanced the harsh realities of his pride. The setting sun cast a warm glow on Tyra and the cubs, a silent testament to the unexpected bloom of kindness within the heart of a ruthless pride.
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