#191262
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Malicious Bearach IV

Lion Stats
Experience
21140 / 24750 (85%)
Level 16
Strength 148 Speed 157
Stamina 133 Smarts 156
Agility 98 Skill 192
Born With: Unknown Total Stats: 884
Lion Currents
Age 14 years, 1 month old
Hunger
0%
Energy 100 / 100
Impression
Dreamboat
Pose Default
Personality
Chivalrous (Good)

Adult Stage
Newborn Stage 100%
Young Cub Stage 100%
Cub Stage 100%
Adolescent Stage 100%
Adult Stage 92.948717948718%
Elder Stage 0%
Breeding Info
Father Bearach III (Deceased) Mother Aedan (Deceased) View Full Heritage
Last Bred N/A Fertility N/A View All Cubs Bred (38)
Appearance Markings
Base Ginger (Red Skin) Slot 1: White Luster (13%) Tier 1
Slot 2: White Shimmer (37%) Tier 0
Slot 3: Noctis Sable (3%) Tier 1
Slot 4: Infernal Glaze (42%) Tier 3
Slot 5: Silver Taper (30%) Tier 3
Slot 9: Feline 6 Ebony (17%) Tier 5
Slot 10: White Cobweb (47%) Tier 3
Genetics Red Medium Countershaded Common
Eyes Brown
Mane Type Incubus
Mane Color Ice
Mutation None
Marking Slots
10
Equipped Decorations

Above
Feathered Leg Wraps - Sacred Ibis
Common Raven [1]
War Mask: Black Wildebeest
Black Rabbit Cloak
Lifetime
Attacks Defended 3 Explore Steps Taken 5400 NPCs Defeated 471
Lions Sent Away 0 Lions Killed 11
Studding Services
This male lion is offering studding services, for a price of 175 SB. Lionesses must have a minimum of 10% fertility to breed.

This male lion has 15/15 studding slots left open this week.

* Selecting an item to send with the request will remove the item from your hoard and apply it to the stud if your request is accepted. If your request is removed or denied for any reason the item will be returned to you. Multiple items can be sent at the same time providing they do not cancel each other out in their effects.

* Breeding to a mutated stud does not affect your chances of conceiving a mutated cub unless the stud is a variation of piebald or primal.
Biography
23.12.20 AedanCub 3 has decided that now is the perfect time to practice killing! Growling and nipping at you, the attack is fierce; so you roll onto your back, yowling, and feign your impending death.





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