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

"♨Onyx Cowl♨"

This lioness gave birth in the past two years. She is on a breeding cool down and will be breedable again in 1 real life day.

Your lioness has been flirted with 5 times! 4 have failed.

Lion Stats
Experience	2772 / 5390 (51%)
Level	8
Strength	66	Speed	61
Stamina	72	Smarts	78
Agility	57	Skill	11
Born With:	285	Total Stats:	345

Lion Currents
Age	4 years, 3 months old
Hunger	0%
Mood	100%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Gentle (Kind)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Frozen Pines	Mother	Monochrome (Deceased)	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	22 days ago	Fertility	Good	View All Cubs Bred (1)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Obsidian (Black Skin)	Slot 1: Noctis Freckles 1 (76%) Tier 3 Slot 2: Bone Taper (58%) Tier 3 Slot 3: Onyx Cowl (77%) Tier 0 Slot 4: Feline 7 White (62%) Tier 3 Slot 7: Hyena Stripes Scarce Noctis (53%) Tier 3
Genetics	Black Dark Solid Common
Eyes	Blue
Mane Type	Normal
Mane Color	Penumbra
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
The Passage Above Flesh of the Black Lion Ancient Lion Mask Water Reeds

Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	39	Successful Hunts	39	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:	Black Stallion
Required Items:	Nesting Material (6 uses) Food Bundle - Buy from Monkey Business or Branch Sales! Toy Bundle
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 Severus Snape approached Pearl, who sat calmly tending to a young cub with a minor wound. Her obsidian skin shimmered faintly in the fading light, the subtle luminescence barely visible but undeniably present. The ancient lion mask rested beside her, its worn surface hinting at a history far older than Snape's dominion. Snape didn't speak; he rarely did unless necessary. His presence, however, was a statement in itself. He watched her work, his gaze assessing, yet strangely devoid of its usual coldness. Pearl, sensing his presence, didn't look up. Her touch on the cub was gentle, reassuring. The cub, seemingly sensing her calming influence, whimpered softly before settling into a peaceful sleep. Snape: (Voice low, controlled) "The cub will recover." It wasn't a question; it was an observation, a statement of fact based on his keen assessment of the situation. Pearl: (Her voice soft, a gentle counterpoint to Snape's harshness) "Yes. The earth's magic flows through all living things, Severus. It heals, it soothes, it sustains." Snape remained silent for a moment, his gaze lingering on the ancient mask. He understood the power of the earth's magic, not through mystical belief, but through pragmatic observation. Pearl's abilities were a strategic asset, a source of unexpected strength within his pride. Snape: (A rare hint of something akin to acknowledgment in his tone) "Your...gifts are valuable." He didn't need to elaborate; Pearl understood the unspoken meaning. Her unique abilities were essential to the pride's survival, a paradoxical blend of gentleness and strength that quietly challenged, and yet strengthened, his rule. The silence that followed was heavy with unspoken understanding, a testament to the complex dynamic between the pragmatist and the mystic, the ruthless leader and the gentle healer, a silent acceptance of their interdependent roles within the pride. ✧⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙ ˙ॱ⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙ ˙ॱᐧ.˳˳.⋅ ˙✧

Biography

✧⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙ ˙ॱ⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙ ˙ॱᐧ.˳˳.⋅ ˙✧
The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the savanna as Severus Snape approached Pearl, who sat calmly tending to a young cub with a minor wound. Her obsidian skin shimmered faintly in the fading light, the subtle luminescence barely visible but undeniably present. The ancient lion mask rested beside her, its worn surface hinting at a history far older than Snape's dominion.

Snape didn't speak; he rarely did unless necessary. His presence, however, was a statement in itself. He watched her work, his gaze assessing, yet strangely devoid of its usual coldness.

Pearl, sensing his presence, didn't look up. Her touch on the cub was gentle, reassuring. The cub, seemingly sensing her calming influence, whimpered softly before settling into a peaceful sleep.

**Snape:** (Voice low, controlled) "The cub will recover." It wasn't a question; it was an observation, a statement of fact based on his keen assessment of the situation.

**Pearl:** (Her voice soft, a gentle counterpoint to Snape's harshness) "Yes. The earth's magic flows through all living things, Severus. It heals, it soothes, it sustains."

Snape remained silent for a moment, his gaze lingering on the ancient mask. He understood the power of the earth's magic, not through mystical belief, but through pragmatic observation. Pearl's abilities were a strategic asset, a source of unexpected strength within his pride.

**Snape:** (A rare hint of something akin to acknowledgment in his tone) "Your...gifts are valuable." He didn't need to elaborate; Pearl understood the unspoken meaning. Her unique abilities were essential to the pride's survival, a paradoxical blend of gentleness and strength that quietly challenged, and yet strengthened, his rule. The silence that followed was heavy with unspoken understanding, a testament to the complex dynamic between the pragmatist and the mystic, the ruthless leader and the gentle healer, a silent acceptance of their interdependent roles within the pride.
✧⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙ ˙ॱ⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙ ˙ॱᐧ.˳˳.⋅ ˙✧

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