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

"♨Cimmerian Pelage ♨"

This lioness gave birth in the past two years. She is on a breeding cool down and will be breedable again in 6 real life days.

Your lioness has been flirted with 6 times! 3 have failed.

Lion Stats
Experience	1743 / 3960 (44%)
Level	7
Strength	52	Speed	22
Stamina	12	Smarts	8
Agility	22	Skill	24
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	140

Lion Currents
Age	3 years, 6 months old
Hunger	0%
Mood	100%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Distrustful (Evil)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Torchwood Three	Mother	Frost	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	17 days ago	Fertility	Very Low	View All Cubs Bred (2)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Dun (White Skin)	Slot 2: Cimmerian Pelage (94%) Tier 2 Slot 3: Dawn Lace (88%) Tier 3 Slot 5: Vitiligo 5 (30%) Tier 2 Slot 6: Cimmerian Burmese (59%) Tier 2 Slot 10: Cimmerian Margay (51%) Tier 2
Genetics	Black Medium Countershaded Common
Eyes	Green
Mane Type	Tsavo
Mane Color	Styx
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
KwaZulu-Natal Above Coral Hibiscus Impala Lily Flowers Primrose Decor Lion Pride Veiled Wraps [Pink and Orange] Lion Pride Tail Wrap [Pink and Orange] Springtime Trio Reed Canary Grass [1] Hildeberg Painted Lady Spineless Cactus Shiny Rock Septum Ring [White] Shiny Rock Right Triple Ear Piercing [White] Shiny Rock Right Earring Piercing [White] Below Crossberry Snowdrops

Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	28	Successful Hunts	26	Success Rate	92%

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 Petunia sat amidst her unusual entourage: the timid deer, the docile skunk, the quick-witted rabbit, and the vibrant butterfly, all gathered near her small patch of wildflowers. Severus Snape approached, his shadow falling across her tranquil scene. He didn't speak immediately, his gaze sweeping over the incongruous group, then settling on Petunia. Snape: (Voice low, controlled) "This… display of sentimentality is hardly conducive to the pride's survival." Petunia didn't flinch. She continued tending to her flowers, her green eyes fixed on her task. Petunia: (Voice calm, almost indifferent) "Survival isn't merely about dominance, Severus. It's about balance." Snape: (A hint of amusement in his tone) "Balance? In this harsh landscape? You speak of poetry where only pragmatism prevails." Petunia: (Looking up, her gaze meeting his) "Poetry and pragmatism aren't mutually exclusive. Your rigid control creates fragility, Severus. My flowers, my… companions, they remind me of the resilience found in unexpected places." Snape remained silent for a moment, his gaze shifting from Petunia to her unusual companions. He saw the deer's gentle eyes, the skunk's cautious stance, the rabbit's quick movements, the butterfly's delicate wings. They were a testament to the diversity of life, a stark contrast to the rigid uniformity of his pride. Snape: (A low murmur) "You are a contradiction, Petunia. A wildflower in a carefully cultivated garden." Petunia: (Smiling faintly) "Perhaps. But even the most carefully constructed gardens need wildflowers to remind them of their wild origins." She returned to her flowers, her actions a silent challenge to Snape's authority, a subtle reminder that even within his rigidly structured pride, there was room for the unpredictable, the untamed, the beautiful chaos of nature. Snape watched her for a moment longer, then turned and walked away, the image of Petunia and her unusual companions lingering in his mind, a persistent anomaly in his carefully constructed world. ✧⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙ ˙ॱ⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙ ˙ॱᐧ.˳˳.⋅ ˙✧

Biography

✧⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙ ˙ॱ⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙ ˙ॱᐧ.˳˳.⋅ ˙✧
The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the savanna as Petunia sat amidst her unusual entourage: the timid deer, the docile skunk, the quick-witted rabbit, and the vibrant butterfly, all gathered near her small patch of wildflowers. Severus Snape approached, his shadow falling across her tranquil scene. He didn't speak immediately, his gaze sweeping over the incongruous group, then settling on Petunia.

**Snape:** (Voice low, controlled) "This… display of sentimentality is hardly conducive to the pride's survival."

Petunia didn't flinch. She continued tending to her flowers, her green eyes fixed on her task.

**Petunia:** (Voice calm, almost indifferent) "Survival isn't merely about dominance, Severus. It's about balance."

**Snape:** (A hint of amusement in his tone) "Balance? In this harsh landscape? You speak of poetry where only pragmatism prevails."

**Petunia:** (Looking up, her gaze meeting his) "Poetry and pragmatism aren't mutually exclusive. Your rigid control creates fragility, Severus. My flowers, my… companions, they remind me of the resilience found in unexpected places."

Snape remained silent for a moment, his gaze shifting from Petunia to her unusual companions. He saw the deer's gentle eyes, the skunk's cautious stance, the rabbit's quick movements, the butterfly's delicate wings. They were a testament to the diversity of life, a stark contrast to the rigid uniformity of his pride.

**Snape:** (A low murmur) "You are a contradiction, Petunia. A wildflower in a carefully cultivated garden."

**Petunia:** (Smiling faintly) "Perhaps. But even the most carefully constructed gardens need wildflowers to remind them of their wild origins."

She returned to her flowers, her actions a silent challenge to Snape's authority, a subtle reminder that even within his rigidly structured pride, there was room for the unpredictable, the untamed, the beautiful chaos of nature. Snape watched her for a moment longer, then turned and walked away, the image of Petunia and her unusual companions lingering in his mind, a persistent anomaly in his carefully constructed world.
✧⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙ ˙ॱ⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙ ˙ॱᐧ.˳˳.⋅ ˙✧

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