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Beth Dutton

Lion Stats
Experience	6092 / 8910 (68%)
Level	10
Strength	83	Speed	99
Stamina	88	Smarts	87
Agility	95	Skill	2
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	454

Lion Currents
Age	9 years, 6 months old
Hunger	100%
Energy	100 / 100
Impression	Dreamboat
Personality	Confident (Kind)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Ɀ𐋅𐌀𐌃𐌄𐌂𐌊 (Deceased)	Mother	Gia (Deceased)	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	N/A	Fertility	N/A	View All Cubs Bred (36)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Ivory (White Skin)	Slot 1: Onyx Zebra (11%) Tier 6 Slot 2: Quartz Underfelt (35%) Tier 2 Slot 4: Sunrise Speckles (100%) Tier 3 Slot 5: Leg Stripes (35%) Tier 0 Slot 6: Mottled Rosette (30%) Tier 5 Slot 7: Skyward Valiant (100%) Tier 3 Slot 8: Ebony Soft Rosette (100%) Tier 4 Slot 9: Ebony Heavy Rosette (40%) Tier 4 Slot 10: Gregarious Glaze (100%) Tier 3 Slot 11: Red Mask (14%) Tier 1
Genetics	Cream Light Countershaded Special
Eyes	Dawn
Mane Type	Katanga
Mane Color	Noctis
Mutation	Patches (Torn)
Marking Slots	11

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Equine Fields Above Expression: Sadistic Expression: Smirk Lab Test Frog Cowgirl Hat!Custom Decor cowgirlCustom Decor Bloody NoseCustom Decor

Lifetime
Attacks Defended	1	Explore Steps Taken	2675	NPCs Defeated	251
Lions Sent Away	40	Lions Killed	0

Studding Services
This male lion is offering studding services, for a price of 1 GB OR 300 SB. Lionesses must have a minimum of 20% 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.

Studding Services

This male lion is offering studding services, for a price of 1 GB OR 300 SB. Lionesses must have a minimum of 20% 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
"I'm chopping your family tree down~" -Beth Dutton Intro: The lioness’ tail flicked as she lounged. Watching over her pride with sharp eyes. She gnawed lazily at a bone, cubs played near her but she would snarl a low warning whenever they got too close to her hide. A scent came on the wind that made her hackles rise and she instantly stood to attention. Her gaze swiftly finding the intruder. A cocky male young and full of boastful pride. A challenger. The cubs stood at attention by her before returning to their play. No one messed with Beth Dutton. She wasn’t one to be quickly rash though the same could not be said for the challenger. His man was short, he seemed almost drunk on power. She flicked her ear in annoyance as she approached. “Can I help you?” She asked though her tone signified that she was only going to help him turn on his haunches and run. She tilted her head. The challenger smirked raising his head like an all-mighty king. “You sure can darling.” He purred with a snooty tone. Beth’s nose wrinkled. Strike one. Her tail lashed a clear sign she was angered by him but her patience persevered. She wasn’t afraid to get her claws dirty. “Where’s your king? I need a word with him.” He continued. Strike two. Her claws bulged digging into the dirt. Her nose wrinkling in distaste. Fuck the strikes. She wasn’t angry and her patience was growing thin by the second. He watched her as if she was stupid. She would prove him wrong. “Haven’t you ever heard of a queen, darling?” She purred, cooing the pet name in a mocking manner. She then slapped him. Hard across the face. Her claws wracking at his skin. The challenger made a low growl and launched at her. The pair scrabbled at each other claws versus claws. Blood being drawn. Hackles raised. Snarls low. The lion roared in her face pining her down but she moved like water only to be slapped hard in the jaw. She hissed starting to laugh a rumbling laugh that echoed. Her face was ducked to the ground blood flowing from her nose. She wiped it distastefully. “Fuck you.” She told him and sprang at him pining him and wrapping her teeth around his neck. His mane was too short yet to protect him. Beth had won. The lion stilled under her fear clear in her eyes. “Go run to your mom little cub.” She taunted and got off of him watching as he tucked his tail and fled. She smelled another lion on the wind and turned. “Help you?” She asked her teeth widening in a bloody grin as she stared devilishly at the newcomer. -Written by Fleur Elise (#332123) Art

Biography

"I'm chopping your family tree down~" -Beth Dutton

Intro:

The lioness’ tail flicked as she lounged. Watching over her pride with sharp eyes. She gnawed lazily at a bone, cubs played near her but she would snarl a low warning whenever they got too close to her hide. A scent came on the wind that made her hackles rise and she instantly stood to attention.

Her gaze swiftly finding the intruder. A cocky male young and full of boastful pride. A challenger. The cubs stood at attention by her before returning to their play. No one messed with Beth Dutton. She wasn’t one to be quickly rash though the same could not be said for the challenger. His man was short, he seemed almost drunk on power.

She flicked her ear in annoyance as she approached.
“Can I help you?” She asked though her tone signified that she was only going to help him turn on his haunches and run. She tilted her head. The challenger smirked raising his head like an all-mighty king.
“You sure can darling.” He purred with a snooty tone.

Beth’s nose wrinkled. Strike one. Her tail lashed a clear sign she was angered by him but her patience persevered. She wasn’t afraid to get her claws dirty.
“Where’s your king? I need a word with him.” He continued. Strike two. Her claws bulged digging into the dirt. Her nose wrinkling in distaste. Fuck the strikes. She wasn’t angry and her patience was growing thin by the second.

He watched her as if she was stupid. She would prove him wrong. “Haven’t you ever heard of a queen, darling?” She purred, cooing the pet name in a mocking manner. She then slapped him. Hard across the face. Her claws wracking at his skin. The challenger made a low growl and launched at her.

The pair scrabbled at each other claws versus claws. Blood being drawn. Hackles raised. Snarls low. The lion roared in her face pining her down but she moved like water only to be slapped hard in the jaw. She hissed starting to laugh a rumbling laugh that echoed. Her face was ducked to the ground blood flowing from her nose. She wiped it distastefully.

“Fuck you.” She told him and sprang at him pining him and wrapping her teeth around his neck. His mane was too short yet to protect him. Beth had won. The lion stilled under her fear clear in her eyes.
“Go run to your mom little cub.” She taunted and got off of him watching as he tucked his tail and fled. She smelled another lion on the wind and turned. “Help you?” She asked her teeth widening in a bloody grin as she stared devilishly at the newcomer.
-Written by Fleur Elise (#332123)

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