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Belongs to Vaelthorn II's Pride
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Nyxshade

Lion Stats
Cub Training	0%
Level	1
Strength	98	Speed	74
Stamina	75	Smarts	75
Agility	85	Skill	1
Born With:	408	Total Stats:	408

Lion Currents
Age	1 month old
Hunger	0%
Mood	100%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Sarcastic (Snarky)

Newborn Stage

Survival
Chance	100%	Protected By	Shadowstorm

Breeding Info
Father	Stardust (Deceased)	Mother	VenomClaw (LK)	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	Never	Fertility	Low	View All Cubs Bred (0)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Obsidian (Black Skin)	Slot 1: Sunrise Flare (47%) Tier 3 Slot 2: Ragdoll English Spots (47%) Tier 3 Slot 3: Water Hyacinth Shine (81%) Tier 3 Slot 5: Peach Speckles (75%) Tier 3 Slot 9: Cimmerian Blaze (30%) Tier 1 Slot 10: Feline 6 Elysian (40%) Tier 5
Genetics	Black Dark Solid Common
Eyes	Black
Mane Type	Crested
Mane Color	Aufeis
Mutation	Not Checked
Marking Slots	10

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Biography
Nyxshade was born in the merciless world of Lionheart, where survival is earned, not given. She is the daughter of Venomclaw, one of the kingdom’s fiercest lionesses, and a foreign king, a father who left nothing behind but his blood. With her dark, shimmering coat and piercing black eyes, she moves like a shadow, blending into the night. Yet, where others would let fear silence them, Nyxshade wields words like claws—sharp, cutting, and meant to wound. Sarcasm is her armor, her amusement often masking the brutal reality of their world. She does not beg for approval. She does not care for empty kindness. Weakness disgusts her, and hesitation is just another word for death. She watches as cubs like her sister struggle, knowing full well that the pride does not wait for those who fall behind. If her sister cannot keep up, she will be left to the vultures.

Biography

Nyxshade was born in the merciless world of Lionheart, where survival is earned, not given. She is the daughter of Venomclaw, one of the kingdom’s fiercest lionesses, and a foreign king, a father who left nothing behind but his blood.

With her dark, shimmering coat and piercing black eyes, she moves like a shadow, blending into the night. Yet, where others would let fear silence them, Nyxshade wields words like claws—sharp, cutting, and meant to wound. Sarcasm is her armor, her amusement often masking the brutal reality of their world.

She does not beg for approval. She does not care for empty kindness. Weakness disgusts her, and hesitation is just another word for death.

She watches as cubs like her sister struggle, knowing full well that the pride does not wait for those who fall behind. If her sister cannot keep up, she will be left to the vultures.

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